<?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/ReflectionsfromtheBlueTable"><title>Reflections from The Blue Table - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ReflectionsfromtheBlueTable/</link><description>From the blue table in my Nordic garden, almost on the edge of the Artic circle, I reflect on "almost everything". I talk about books, music, family and friends, gardening, cooking and life in general.</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/ReflectionsfromtheBlueTable/490682" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ReflectionsfromtheBlueTable/490192" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ReflectionsfromtheBlueTable/489273" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ReflectionsfromtheBlueTable/489023" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ReflectionsfromtheBlueTable/488839" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ReflectionsfromtheBlueTable/490682"><title>Autumn sunrays</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ReflectionsfromtheBlueTable/490682</link><description>Autumn so far in The Blue Garden has been rain, rain, rain, and even frost one night. Then, when the sun at last broke through the skies a new world came to live. My daily early morning garden walk became a play with the sun rays. As the day passed I realised the very best key to fight my cold...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ReflectionsfromtheBlueTable/490192"><title>Shine Light.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ReflectionsfromtheBlueTable/490192</link><description>After a dark morning the light can be almost too much for your eyes, and a few clouds can be a blessing. God's light is too bright for us, and he covers us in love to protect us from his almighty holiness, his burning light. Though sometimes he let his light shine directly on us. At Lindisfarne,...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ReflectionsfromtheBlueTable/489273"><title>Tidal Island</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ReflectionsfromtheBlueTable/489273</link><description>Lindisfarne is an island at high tide, part of the mainland at low tide. Magnus Magnusson describes it like this - "when Aidan chose this site for hallowed work, it was the ambiguous insularity which must have helped inspire its election - this being of the mainland but not on it, this being of...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ReflectionsfromtheBlueTable/489023"><title>Reflections from the Blue Table - Harvesting.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ReflectionsfromtheBlueTable/489023</link><description>One of the squirrels which visit The Blue Garden daily, is very busy these days. She collects sunflower seeds and bury them. Little squirrel is saving food for the winter and is not aware that seeds planted in soil grow. The result is that sunflowers pop up everywhere in The Blue Garden. The...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ReflectionsfromtheBlueTable/488839"><title>Epigraph.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ReflectionsfromtheBlueTable/488839</link><description>A gravestone has the inscription "She loved to travel" The words made me stop and think about my own life. This could have been my epigraph; "She loved to travel" I am packing today. For a week in England. First a couple of days in Durham, then The Holy Island Lindisfarne. I will travel all...</description></item></rdf:RDF>