<?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/texture5807"><title>Grace and Ease - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/texture5807/</link><description>Exploration of Spirit. Constant learning. Acceptence and Unconditional Love. Please contribute anything you have learned along the way. Man will always try to find God. I believe there is no "Right" way, but some will resonate with our souls more than others. </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/texture5807/620511" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/texture5807/619966" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/texture5807/619059" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/texture5807/618756" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/texture5807/616895" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/texture5807/616783" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/texture5807/616098" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/texture5807/615657" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/texture5807/615305" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/texture5807/615155" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/texture5807/620511"><title>Perspective.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/texture5807/620511</link><description>a very old photo of my father and my aunt on a family vacation an eon ago. 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My best friend has begun calling him "Dula"....</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/texture5807/619059"><title>Now Damnit.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/texture5807/619059</link><description>Now damnit without hesitation live lis live. without apology your love is your grace exists share this and all is. That I am. Grace to others in your soul's wish for them. Ease in every movement that you make. love and all is.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/texture5807/618756"><title>Choice</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/texture5807/618756</link><description>Choice is found in the present moment, not in the past or future. Creation exists in the present moment, not in the past or future. life exists Now. 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Too late, or too soon to hide.</description></item></rdf:RDF>