<?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="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/Bluebird_7"><title>The desk of "S" - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bluebird_7/</link><description>Nothing in particular and everything in between.....</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="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bluebird_7/474636" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bluebird_7/416892" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bluebird_7/410234" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bluebird_7/409517" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bluebird_7/409250" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bluebird_7/408465" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bluebird_7/406452" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bluebird_7/474636"><title>Looking for him </title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bluebird_7/474636</link><description>Sometimes I go down inside... Where the dark is and the whispers live Where emotions feed upon fragments of thought Colors, textures, smells, sounds I close my eyes and try to recall..... The sound of his voice, the color of his eyes.... How it felt to perch safely on his knee and perhaps feel...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bluebird_7/416892"><title>The Shift</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bluebird_7/416892</link><description>Have you ever just woken up one day and asked yourself...... This is my life? Who are these people and where the hell am I? Is this some sort of early mid-life crisis? Am I bi-polar? Is this residual self-doubt from the trials of my youth? It is very creepy to open your eyes and wonder how you...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bluebird_7/410234"><title>Daddy's Dating Advice...</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bluebird_7/410234</link><description>Yesterday, I went for a drive to the small town nearest mine where my cousin lives with her hubby and two daughters. She invited me to have a coffee and see her new laminate flooring. I jumped on the chance to get out b/c my life has been running me all week (instead of the other way around). I...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bluebird_7/409517"><title>Perspective poetry and favored words of thanks etc......</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bluebird_7/409517</link><description>Thank-you So Much for the encouraging comments and putting up with my terrible spelling! I never have been good with the boring details of things. Who cares for grammar and spelling when there are words to savour and a picture to paint? Often I find I want to use a more fitting and complex word...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bluebird_7/409250"><title>"Falling Within" </title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bluebird_7/409250</link><description>The season is shifting. The south sun on my deck falls just a little bit lower across the freshly stained boards. Insects gather at the door; scrambling to get inside where it is warm before the frost decends. The maple leaves have turned color and given up on their purpose. The farmer at the...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bluebird_7/408465"><title>I woke up with a headache....</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bluebird_7/408465</link><description>Who knew that growing up was about doing math? I am 29 years old I have been married for almost 7 years My husband works out of town for 21 days out of 28 We have 4 children all girls....... 2 are in school 3 have extracurricular activities (x 2) 1 is still a baby We have 1 mortgage 2 truck...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bluebird_7/406452"><title>Here is little me</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bluebird_7/406452</link><description>I remember....... the day you were born You weighed only 2lbs 14oz. They told me you might not live. You were like a tiny bird; gaping and gasping, grasping for air... You clung to life like water to a new leaf. I loved and hated you at once. The pain of losing you hanging above waiting to...</description></item></rdf:RDF>