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	<title>Comments on: A sense of place</title>
	<link>http://herablehands.com/2007/11/11/a-sense-of-place/</link>
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		<title>By: kim</title>
		<link>http://herablehands.com/2007/11/11/a-sense-of-place/#comment-55672</link>
		<dc:creator>kim</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 03:58:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I love the idea that there may be a yes buried under layers of no, in so many areas of my life right now.

Does autumn hit you the same way it hits me? It's like the whirlwind of summer is over and there's such a built-in excuse to reassess... well, everything.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love the idea that there may be a yes buried under layers of no, in so many areas of my life right now.</p>
<p>Does autumn hit you the same way it hits me? It&#8217;s like the whirlwind of summer is over and there&#8217;s such a built-in excuse to reassess&#8230; well, everything.</p>
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		<title>By: sandra</title>
		<link>http://herablehands.com/2007/11/11/a-sense-of-place/#comment-55564</link>
		<dc:creator>sandra</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2007 19:47:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Honestly? I read "strip-malled" as "strip-mauled," which I'm deciding to credit you for.

I wish I could shake out my own yes. I have my reasoning for why "here" is best, as do you, but I want to get to the point where I really do love it in spite of what I told myself I thought. I don't think that will ever happen. But I'm OK. After seven years, knowing it won't is almost better than hoping it might.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Honestly? I read &#8220;strip-malled&#8221; as &#8220;strip-mauled,&#8221; which I&#8217;m deciding to credit you for.</p>
<p>I wish I could shake out my own yes. I have my reasoning for why &#8220;here&#8221; is best, as do you, but I want to get to the point where I really do love it in spite of what I told myself I thought. I don&#8217;t think that will ever happen. But I&#8217;m OK. After seven years, knowing it won&#8217;t is almost better than hoping it might.</p>
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		<title>By: andrea_frets</title>
		<link>http://herablehands.com/2007/11/11/a-sense-of-place/#comment-55406</link>
		<dc:creator>andrea_frets</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2007 18:28:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I think this is my favorite post of yours because it resonates so much with me right now.  Plus, it is beautifully written.  My husband and I moved to Erie, PA for his work at a university and neither of us our happy here.  Sure, we made friends and I am starting a wonderful new job but still.  Something is missing.  I miss Vermont where I grew up and met my husband.  I always felt so close to nature, the mountains, and a progressive political environment.  Even Utah felt good to me because of the magnificent mountains just a short drive away.  Here we find the white bread, chain store, uninterested populace that do not fulfill our needs.  My husband talks often about missing the Green, White, Adirondack, and Wasatch Mountains because there he could decompress.  Unfortunately, it is a long drive for us.  Now we are looking to move either back to New England, out west or even to Canada.  For now, we make the best of it, make it as homey as possible, and do what we can.  Thanks again for this great post.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I think this is my favorite post of yours because it resonates so much with me right now.  Plus, it is beautifully written.  My husband and I moved to Erie, PA for his work at a university and neither of us our happy here.  Sure, we made friends and I am starting a wonderful new job but still.  Something is missing.  I miss Vermont where I grew up and met my husband.  I always felt so close to nature, the mountains, and a progressive political environment.  Even Utah felt good to me because of the magnificent mountains just a short drive away.  Here we find the white bread, chain store, uninterested populace that do not fulfill our needs.  My husband talks often about missing the Green, White, Adirondack, and Wasatch Mountains because there he could decompress.  Unfortunately, it is a long drive for us.  Now we are looking to move either back to New England, out west or even to Canada.  For now, we make the best of it, make it as homey as possible, and do what we can.  Thanks again for this great post.</p>
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		<title>By: Sideleft.Com &#187; A sense of place</title>
		<link>http://herablehands.com/2007/11/11/a-sense-of-place/#comment-55334</link>
		<dc:creator>Sideleft.Com &#187; A sense of place</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2007 07:06:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] wrote an interesting post today on A sense of placeHere&#8217;s a quick [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[&#8230;] wrote an interesting post today on A sense of placeHere&#8217;s a quick [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>By: Jen</title>
		<link>http://herablehands.com/2007/11/11/a-sense-of-place/#comment-55323</link>
		<dc:creator>Jen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2007 04:04:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Nice pink blanket in the background. Funny how where ever home is those pink blankets seem to find their way into our lives. These days I've been using mine to wrap me and little Santo up during his early morning nursings when it's just a tad too chilly in the air. Thank goodness for Nana, we've been carting her around with us all these years, she was always a little bit of home for us.
xo and hope you are feeling better.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Nice pink blanket in the background. Funny how where ever home is those pink blankets seem to find their way into our lives. These days I&#8217;ve been using mine to wrap me and little Santo up during his early morning nursings when it&#8217;s just a tad too chilly in the air. Thank goodness for Nana, we&#8217;ve been carting her around with us all these years, she was always a little bit of home for us.<br />
xo and hope you are feeling better.</p>
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		<title>By: Toni</title>
		<link>http://herablehands.com/2007/11/11/a-sense-of-place/#comment-55310</link>
		<dc:creator>Toni</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Nov 2007 23:05:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh my. I have written about place and longing and belonging so many times I fear my readers will revolt and run the next time I broach the subject. While I'm a born and raised Midwesterner and adore where I'm living now, I still long for that mountain cabin life, too. But I'm also feeling really happy to have decided to make this our home while we raise our kids, digging in to have the house remodeled in a couple of years. Your last paragraph just nailed it so wonderfully.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh my. I have written about place and longing and belonging so many times I fear my readers will revolt and run the next time I broach the subject. While I&#8217;m a born and raised Midwesterner and adore where I&#8217;m living now, I still long for that mountain cabin life, too. But I&#8217;m also feeling really happy to have decided to make this our home while we raise our kids, digging in to have the house remodeled in a couple of years. Your last paragraph just nailed it so wonderfully.</p>
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		<title>By: Cathy</title>
		<link>http://herablehands.com/2007/11/11/a-sense-of-place/#comment-55308</link>
		<dc:creator>Cathy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Nov 2007 22:14:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Know what you mean about place.  When I moved from Montreal to Boston I thought I'd never feel at home here.  Even now, after thirty years!(ack), it's still not my place, but I can say I like it now.  It's fine and I'm probably here for a reason!  When I go back to Montreal, as I did last week, I immediately feel I'm back home and walk around smiling.  It's just my place, it and Londonâ€”feel the same there.  Something about the loopy energy of those cities.  Now I just try to focus on the gratitude like you areâ€”it's the way forward.  That and the second home!  A girl can dream!  Mine will be a wee house in Montreal near Blvd St. Laurent!!  Central and funky and cheap.  There you go!  And the first home will be by the ocean north of Boston.  And, and frequent trips to London and the English countryside, of course.  Occasional trips to the far east.  Got to get those dreams in place. Nothing can happen without them!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Know what you mean about place.  When I moved from Montreal to Boston I thought I&#8217;d never feel at home here.  Even now, after thirty years!(ack), it&#8217;s still not my place, but I can say I like it now.  It&#8217;s fine and I&#8217;m probably here for a reason!  When I go back to Montreal, as I did last week, I immediately feel I&#8217;m back home and walk around smiling.  It&#8217;s just my place, it and Londonâ€”feel the same there.  Something about the loopy energy of those cities.  Now I just try to focus on the gratitude like you areâ€”it&#8217;s the way forward.  That and the second home!  A girl can dream!  Mine will be a wee house in Montreal near Blvd St. Laurent!!  Central and funky and cheap.  There you go!  And the first home will be by the ocean north of Boston.  And, and frequent trips to London and the English countryside, of course.  Occasional trips to the far east.  Got to get those dreams in place. Nothing can happen without them!</p>
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		<title>By: Angelina</title>
		<link>http://herablehands.com/2007/11/11/a-sense-of-place/#comment-55300</link>
		<dc:creator>Angelina</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Nov 2007 20:05:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My thoughts seem to be running in similar waters.  Place is extremely important.  I have been burying myself in the trenches of my life, kind of waiting for the fallout of catastrophe to be done with me.  What I'm realizing is that it may never be done with me, and I may as well settle in to what life is and make it the best here and now as I possibly can and stop waiting for some indefinable change.  All the change I really need is in myself.

It's one thing to realize this and another to act on it.  I'm just beginning to act on it and it feels good.  I am lucky to be in the geographical place I long to be in, but the life I'm living, the house I have, have all felt like pit stops.  What I'm realizing is that this is it.  Right now, right here.  Like you, I think it's smart not to reserve the best of ourselves for the possibilities of the future, which may never come.  What we have for certain is this moment.

I'm going to try to put forward the best of myself.  It's not an easy road when you've been holding back, but who knows what else might flower if we do?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My thoughts seem to be running in similar waters.  Place is extremely important.  I have been burying myself in the trenches of my life, kind of waiting for the fallout of catastrophe to be done with me.  What I&#8217;m realizing is that it may never be done with me, and I may as well settle in to what life is and make it the best here and now as I possibly can and stop waiting for some indefinable change.  All the change I really need is in myself.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s one thing to realize this and another to act on it.  I&#8217;m just beginning to act on it and it feels good.  I am lucky to be in the geographical place I long to be in, but the life I&#8217;m living, the house I have, have all felt like pit stops.  What I&#8217;m realizing is that this is it.  Right now, right here.  Like you, I think it&#8217;s smart not to reserve the best of ourselves for the possibilities of the future, which may never come.  What we have for certain is this moment.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m going to try to put forward the best of myself.  It&#8217;s not an easy road when you&#8217;ve been holding back, but who knows what else might flower if we do?</p>
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