<?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/Temple1369"><title>Flipping the Gidget - Blogit</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Temple1369/</link><description>**peace** Photo by my friend Phil Easter of the northern San Diego coastline...most excellent...:)
On these virtual pages I explore the benefits of being crazy. Living life on purpose. Random musings of this nature, that look like poetry on occasion, appear in my poetry blog called "no mercy," linked below. </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/Temple1369/718284" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Temple1369/640373" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Temple1369/637225" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Temple1369/597965" /><rdf:li resource="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Temple1369/527121" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Temple1369/718284"><title>The passing of Benzinha.</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Temple1369/718284</link><description>Our beloved Benzinha passed away on Wednesday. She will be so missed. I love her. She loved all of us. Please tell each other.</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Temple1369/640373"><title>In the meantime.</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Temple1369/640373</link><description>I promise witty, profound, and lyrical prose... (and then wondered if I ever gave such in the past, but move on)... and realize this is not always within my time restraints. So, perhaps I will write more without such high demands of myself. Please see my new blog, WenDomination, if you would like...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Temple1369/637225"><title>Wild Horses</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Temple1369/637225</link><description>Candlelight warms bright white walls as timid purple dusk peeks out over perfectly manicured hillside, dotted with big white houses. My vantage point makes them all look tiny, meant for dolls, and peppering the entire space … as if it was planned for me to look over them so they had to be spaced...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Temple1369/597965"><title>Happiness Rationed.</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Temple1369/597965</link><description>(started on a different date, hence the weekend) "Isn't that the way they say it goes? Let's forget all about it. So give me the number, if you can find it so I can call just to tell them I’m fine and to show... I've overcome the blow, I've learned to take it well, I only wish my words could just...</description></item><item rdf:about="http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Temple1369/527121"><title>A good day to die.</title><link>http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Temple1369/527121</link><description>“We shall draw from the heart of suffering itself the means of inspiration and survival.” - Winston Churchill I have lost my ability to be funny. I mean, there are waves of it now and again, but my true goofy, witty self is no longer around and there is no light in my laughter. My heart doesn’t...</description></item></rdf:RDF>