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	<title>Comments on: Journals, past present future</title>
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	<description>"I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections and the truth of imagination." ~~John Keats</description>
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 		<title>Comment on Journals, past present future by: Barbara</title>
		<link>http://spiritblooms.gaiastream.com/2007/01/04/journals-past-present-future/#comment-537</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Jan 2007 19:32:23 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Turtleheart, I too have trouble getting the words out fast enough sometimes. (Though one wouldn't know it considering how wordy I can be.) At times I have these terrific streaming flows of thoughts that I want to capture -- at the very times I have nothing to write on and no time to do so. When I sit down to grasp hold of them they've gone. I wonder if our thoughts and words continue on out there somewhere in the universe forever. I wish that for some of my thoughts and fear it with others.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>Turtleheart, I too have trouble getting the words out fast enough sometimes. (Though one wouldn&#8217;t know it considering how wordy I can be.) At times I have these terrific streaming flows of thoughts that I want to capture &#8212; at the very times I have nothing to write on and no time to do so. When I sit down to grasp hold of them they&#8217;ve gone. I wonder if our thoughts and words continue on out there somewhere in the universe forever. I wish that for some of my thoughts and fear it with others.
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 		<title>Comment on Journals, past present future by: Turtleheart</title>
		<link>http://spiritblooms.gaiastream.com/2007/01/04/journals-past-present-future/#comment-535</link>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Jan 2007 06:21:29 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I agree with you, hand writing seems to connect me with my inner self. I much prefer to hand write, but sometimes when I have a lot to say, it feels like I can't get the words out fast enough. 

I wrote lots of lovelorn, angst-ridden poetry as a teen; if ever I write poetry nowadays, its about nature or the Goddess. :-)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>I agree with you, hand writing seems to connect me with my inner self. I much prefer to hand write, but sometimes when I have a lot to say, it feels like I can&#8217;t get the words out fast enough. </p>
	<p>I wrote lots of lovelorn, angst-ridden poetry as a teen; if ever I write poetry nowadays, its about nature or the Goddess. <img src='http://spiritblooms.gaiastream.com/wp-images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':-)' class='wp-smiley' />
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