<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/Life_in_the_Slow_Lane"><title>Life in the Slow Lane - Blogit</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Life_in_the_Slow_Lane/</link><description>The mental wanderings of an undrground priest.  And just so there is no doubt about my sicerety, here is a wonderful meditative gift for you: &lt;a href="http://www.mayyoubeblessedmovie.com"&gt;We Send You Our Blessings&lt;/a&gt;</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Life_in_the_Slow_Lane/402485" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Life_in_the_Slow_Lane/401907" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Life_in_the_Slow_Lane/399298" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Life_in_the_Slow_Lane/398646" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Life_in_the_Slow_Lane/394250" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Life_in_the_Slow_Lane/393440" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Life_in_the_Slow_Lane/373137" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Life_in_the_Slow_Lane/369899" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Life_in_the_Slow_Lane/367326" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Life_in_the_Slow_Lane/366375" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Life_in_the_Slow_Lane/402485"><title>Advice from the 14th Dalai Lama</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Life_in_the_Slow_Lane/402485</link><description>CHANGING YOURSELF Such human qualities as morality, compassion, decency, wisdom and so forth... must be cultivated and sustained through systematic moral education so that a more humane world may emerge....We need a revolution in our commitment to and practice of universal humanitarian values....</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Life_in_the_Slow_Lane/401907"><title>Seeing Through It All To the One</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Life_in_the_Slow_Lane/401907</link><description>From his divine power comes forth all this Magical show of name and form, of you And me, which casts the spell of pain and pleasure. 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Because each of us was created with an internal drummer who is unique to ourselves. The paradox is that when we march to that drummer, we march in harmony with all of creation. So turn inward and discover that still small voice. Then you will know the Truth as only you can know it, and it...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Life_in_the_Slow_Lane/394250"><title>A Rumi Inpired Poem</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Life_in_the_Slow_Lane/394250</link><description>The Age of Aquarius Where did it go? Is it just staring slow? Aquarian Age, Are you awakening? What are we to see? An Age beaten into submission? Or Merely death throes of war? Let those who have eyes to see Know the Truth That sets us free. Free at last From war's tyranny, Efforts turn to...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Life_in_the_Slow_Lane/393440"><title /><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Life_in_the_Slow_Lane/393440</link><description>God has the power to touch the heart of the sinner, to turn him away from his wicked ways. -Rabi'a, "Rabi'a the Mystic" From "The Bounty of Allah," translated by Aneela Khalid Arshed. Copyright 1999. All rights reserved. Used with permission of The Crossroad Publishing Company, New York....</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Life_in_the_Slow_Lane/373137"><title>Morning Has Broken On a Beautiful Life Filled Day</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Life_in_the_Slow_Lane/373137</link><description>Remember the Cat Stevens song, Morning has broken? Morning has broken, Like the first morning. Blackbird is singing Like the first bird Praise to the morning Praise to the dawning...... 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I felt more energetic, more alive—I felt...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Life_in_the_Slow_Lane/367326"><title>My little light shines on in the form of leaving my headlights on yesterday</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Life_in_the_Slow_Lane/367326</link><description>Well, I know you want to hear this story: LOL, come back tomorrow (or later today) and I will tell it. [grin]</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Life_in_the_Slow_Lane/366375"><title>Let Your Music Begin...... I AM BACK!!!!!</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Life_in_the_Slow_Lane/366375</link><description>What I hope to share in writing this blog, are (as yet) unknown blessings already on their way to you. The music that has been hidden in your soul since birth and some speculate, even before your birth here on earth in this "time" in his-story as well as her-story; is ready to be birthed: "except...</description></item></rdf:RDF>