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	<title>Comments on: Finding God</title>
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		<title>By: mosey along</title>
		<link>http://aroomofmamasown.com/2009/01/finding-god/comment-page-1/#comment-6729</link>
		<dc:creator>mosey along</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 05:54:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I wrote about something similar recently, that I recognized God in the blazing and singing night sky of Death Valley, in the soft warm breezes of the daytime desert, on a trail beneath redwoods with leaves crunching under my feet.  That *is* God for me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I wrote about something similar recently, that I recognized God in the blazing and singing night sky of Death Valley, in the soft warm breezes of the daytime desert, on a trail beneath redwoods with leaves crunching under my feet.  That *is* God for me.</p>
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		<title>By: Danielle Batog &#187; Well Written/Well Said: January 2009 Edition</title>
		<link>http://aroomofmamasown.com/2009/01/finding-god/comment-page-1/#comment-5161</link>
		<dc:creator>Danielle Batog &#187; Well Written/Well Said: January 2009 Edition</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2009 14:03:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] A Room of Mama&#8217;s Own: Finding God [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] A Room of Mama&#8217;s Own: Finding God [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Cat</title>
		<link>http://aroomofmamasown.com/2009/01/finding-god/comment-page-1/#comment-4932</link>
		<dc:creator>Cat</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 23:52:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Very nice, I wish I could grasp my own version of god - I am just not there... maybe not ready yet.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Very nice, I wish I could grasp my own version of god - I am just not there... maybe not ready yet.</p>
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		<title>By: Hank</title>
		<link>http://aroomofmamasown.com/2009/01/finding-god/comment-page-1/#comment-4931</link>
		<dc:creator>Hank</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 17:56:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wonderful entry.

I feel closest to my Higher Power when I am floating on the sea. Peering over the edge of the hull, seeing what lives beneath. I feel so connected to the earth when I sit in a kayak, breathing, looking, alive.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wonderful entry.</p>
<p>I feel closest to my Higher Power when I am floating on the sea. Peering over the edge of the hull, seeing what lives beneath. I feel so connected to the earth when I sit in a kayak, breathing, looking, alive.</p>
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		<title>By: Hope</title>
		<link>http://aroomofmamasown.com/2009/01/finding-god/comment-page-1/#comment-4930</link>
		<dc:creator>Hope</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 16:27:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>So beautiful.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So beautiful.</p>
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		<title>By: Syd</title>
		<link>http://aroomofmamasown.com/2009/01/finding-god/comment-page-1/#comment-4929</link>
		<dc:creator>Syd</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 15:38:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I like the image of you going to the Geology department and looking at the fossils and rocks. Science touched you where music didn&#039;t.  I am touched by nature and by music and by art. So many things are filled with God or have his hand on them. And people do also. Thanks for a great post.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I like the image of you going to the Geology department and looking at the fossils and rocks. Science touched you where music didn't.  I am touched by nature and by music and by art. So many things are filled with God or have his hand on them. And people do also. Thanks for a great post.</p>
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		<title>By: Danielle Says Hello</title>
		<link>http://aroomofmamasown.com/2009/01/finding-god/comment-page-1/#comment-4928</link>
		<dc:creator>Danielle Says Hello</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 13:24:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Well said. One of your greatest gifts is the gift of words - your are able to piece them together in a way that encompasses the thoughts and feelings of all people.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Well said. One of your greatest gifts is the gift of words - your are able to piece them together in a way that encompasses the thoughts and feelings of all people.</p>
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		<title>By: Jay</title>
		<link>http://aroomofmamasown.com/2009/01/finding-god/comment-page-1/#comment-4927</link>
		<dc:creator>Jay</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 12:44:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Lovely images. I realize I am blessed to find the Divine in both music and writing, and in the rituals of the religion I grew up with. So many sources of connection.

Our image of God - overlapping but not identical - won&#039;t be the same as anyone else&#039;s. Some of those people asking you about recovery without God will find something they call God; some will find their lodestone in the connection with a group or another person or with nature and choose not to call it God.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lovely images. I realize I am blessed to find the Divine in both music and writing, and in the rituals of the religion I grew up with. So many sources of connection.</p>
<p>Our image of God - overlapping but not identical - won't be the same as anyone else's. Some of those people asking you about recovery without God will find something they call God; some will find their lodestone in the connection with a group or another person or with nature and choose not to call it God.</p>
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		<title>By: Velvet Verbosity</title>
		<link>http://aroomofmamasown.com/2009/01/finding-god/comment-page-1/#comment-4925</link>
		<dc:creator>Velvet Verbosity</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 09:03:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you for sharing that.  I&#039;m still in a place of deep despair and anger and I hope that I will find my way.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you for sharing that.  I'm still in a place of deep despair and anger and I hope that I will find my way.</p>
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