<?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/WesterinkElmarie1863"><title>Elmarie's questions and thoughts - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WesterinkElmarie1863/</link><description>My almost stream-of-consciousness writing</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/WesterinkElmarie1863/548443" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WesterinkElmarie1863/545708" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WesterinkElmarie1863/544907" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WesterinkElmarie1863/539238" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WesterinkElmarie1863/538757" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WesterinkElmarie1863/538756" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WesterinkElmarie1863/538749" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WesterinkElmarie1863/537521" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WesterinkElmarie1863/537519" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WesterinkElmarie1863/526267" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WesterinkElmarie1863/548443"><title>The symptoms of peace</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WesterinkElmarie1863/548443</link><description>I found this gem on the net and thought to share it: What are symptoms of inner peace? 1. A tendency to think and act spontaneously rather than on fears based on past experiences. 2. An unmistakable ability to enjoy each moment. 3. A loss of interest in judging other people. 4. A loss of interest...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WesterinkElmarie1863/545708"><title /><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WesterinkElmarie1863/545708</link><description>So many people believe life is an emergency. That if they don’t work non-stop, 24/7, they won’t get everything done. Actually, most of us have that problem. We beat ourselves up if we can’t meet our own self-imposed deadlines. We are so serious about achieving success, being perfect, impressing...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WesterinkElmarie1863/544907"><title>About the truth</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WesterinkElmarie1863/544907</link><description>About the “Truth” Groucho Marx once said: “There’s one way to find out if a man is honest - ask him. If he says “yes,” you know he is crooked.” Another maxim in life are the words of Gerard Groote: “The farther a man knows himself to be from perfection, the nearer he is to it.” I’ve been thinking...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WesterinkElmarie1863/539238"><title>Thoughts about virtual reality and social networks</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WesterinkElmarie1863/539238</link><description>Yes, one has to sit down and talk about life’s contradictions…probe…delve…My question is, like the proverbial frog in the pot that doesn’t escape from ever-rising-temperature (is that an apt comparison?)why we are complicating our lives…inviting more suffering? What I am refering to is the irony...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WesterinkElmarie1863/538757"><title>Emotional Intelligence: the role of parents</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WesterinkElmarie1863/538757</link><description>Emotional Intelligence: Part 2 “ A child’s life is like a piece of paper on which everyone who passes by leaves an impression ” – Chinese proverb “Today is the womb through which the future will emerge. We sow seeds for our children’s tomorrow by our actions today. In the grand scheme of the...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WesterinkElmarie1863/538756"><title>I cry for my beloved country</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WesterinkElmarie1863/538756</link><description>Why is South Africa no longer an option? Well Afrikaans-speaking South Africans have become the unwanted blots on the landscape of the so-called “rainbow nation”. 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I pull up the drawbridge that allows anyone to cross the moat that surrounds the walls around my heart, and feel so safe and secure with the knowledge that no-one can enter to hurt me or even to touch me. And inside the castle...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WesterinkElmarie1863/537519"><title>Precious moments</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WesterinkElmarie1863/537519</link><description>Sometimes you happen by chance to stumble upon something so rare…so different…it sucks all the air from your lungs. And you are caught up in the ambivilance of choosing to live and scaring away this precious, fragile thing with the throaty desperate-for-air noises you would have to make. So here...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WesterinkElmarie1863/526267"><title>The gypsy</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WesterinkElmarie1863/526267</link><description>"There is something to be said for roots", said the gypsy as she was staring into the fire. "A sense of belonging. A sense of peace that makes you feel that, despite any cosmic accident that may befall you, you have your feet firmly planted in the soil somewhere...perhaps the rich brown soil of...</description></item></rdf:RDF>