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      <pubDate>2021-01-21 21:32:02 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>personal post: another name for my love</title>
         <author>kaitr23</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Used as an endearing term, "my cielo" was inspired by Ellen Bass' <em>Bone of My Bone and Flesh of My Flesh </em>poem as she imagines new ways to refer to the people we love. We have such limited language in this area and I am inspired to think of new ways to describe that which is most important to me (both people and things). </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-01-21 17:27:07 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>personal post: she</title>
         <author>kaitr23</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>This song immediately caught my attention on a playlist and is a favourite of mine. I feel very present because of the drums and the vocals in particular. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-01-21 17:47:02 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>personal post: the paradox</title>
         <author>kaitr23</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"how the world descends into a rich mash, in order that it may resume." <br>L<em>ines Written in the Days of Growing Darkness <br>by Mary Oliver</em><br><br>Mary Oliver is one of my favourite poets and I use her work as both inspiration and personal solace. This line of her poem sums up many recent experiences that I've had working in the hospital, watching the show One Strange Rock, and while reading a few books that have stuck with me. Existentially, this quote captures a lot of my thoughts. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-01-21 17:49:31 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>personal post: life in vancouver</title>
         <author>kaitr23</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><em>"Det finnes ikke dårlig vær, bare dårlige klær". <br><br>There is no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothing. <br><br></em>As evidenced throughout this Padlet, one of the things that really encourages my poetic attention is being outside. This quote, a Norwegic sentiment, resists the idea that pouring rain, snow, and other elements should keep me indoors. It encourages accessibility in my experiencing of the world around me.  </div>]]></description>
         <pubDate>2021-01-21 19:48:33 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>week 1: poetic thing that&#39;s not a poem</title>
         <author>kaitr23</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>on my walk home I looked up and saw a tree that weeks ago had been filled with bright red blooms and saw a few tiny stragglers that had yet to fall. I hope the bud doesn't take death personally; they're all going through the same thing. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-01-21 22:11:17 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>personal post: in the body</title>
         <author>kaitr23</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Sometimes it's really challenging to put into words why certain musical choices and lyrics are effective at engaging a listener in an experience, but this song does that for me. It draws me in and holds me there.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-01-27 16:41:44 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>personal post: the farm</title>
         <author>kaitr23</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I spend a lot of time volunteering at a farm in Surrey. Although this picture was taken late Spring, everything about the process of planting, harvesting, weeding, pruning, and having my fingers in mud and compost is poetry. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-02-03 03:16:09 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>personal post: snow!</title>
         <author>kaitr23</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The look, feel, and quiet of snow in the mountains makes me feel like I'm home. I still experience a childlike wonder and it reminds me of growing up in Ontario.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-02-11 18:47:18 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>personal post: the universe in a crab shell</title>
         <author>kaitr23</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The way the light reflected off this crab shell, filled with water and rocks, looked like a purple galaxy. Treasures on the beach usually catch my attention. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-02-11 18:47:22 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>personal post: a kind of communion</title>
         <author>kaitr23</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/kaitr23/hwgbjc8zgsq98svx/wish/1194051649</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Sharing an apartment building with several of our friends has meant that even though we're not sharing the same space right now, we do share food... a lot of it! The act of creating, cooking, and sharing is really meaningful. These bagels were chewy perfection with homemade strawberry jam. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-02-11 18:58:15 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>personal post: the land</title>
         <author>kaitr23</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/kaitr23/hwgbjc8zgsq98svx/wish/1194112770</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>“...that land's my home. That land's my deepest wish, my wildest dream, the only prayer and the only temple I'm ever gonna need.”<br><br>This is a wonderful novel about the act of listening (and listening farther), <em>knowing </em>the land, and seeing the land as teacher. It's pushed me to re-examine my poetic attention through a lens of relationship and teaching. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-02-11 19:09:22 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>personal post: the cabin</title>
         <author>kaitr23</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/kaitr23/hwgbjc8zgsq98svx/wish/1194213815</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>My aunt lives on Gabriola and has a cabin for family to use - this place is where I find myself most grounded and where my senses are heightened. The fresh food from the garden, the warmth of the fireplace, the sound of the ocean, the fur of the dogs, all of it is magic! </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-02-11 19:27:41 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>personal post: god our mother</title>
         <author>kaitr23</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/kaitr23/hwgbjc8zgsq98svx/wish/1194299187</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>This book has allowed me to engage in some wonderful practices, paying attention to the ways that the "divine" shows up everyday. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-02-11 19:44:30 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>personal post: (not a dancer)</title>
         <author>kaitr23</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Dancing in my apartment is the best - feeling all the joy, anger, sadness. I am usually easily distracted but often experience a state of flow when I'm dancing. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-02-11 19:50:29 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>week 3: I remember</title>
         <author>kaitr23</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<ol><li>I remember the boom of the thunder, to the left and then right of me, travelling across the sky. The rain filled the gutter  in the sloping driveway and ran toward our house. Dad sat quietly in a chair in the garage, car door wide open to watch it all happen. He motioned for me to join him. </li><li>I remember sitting in the snow, feet dangling on the icy, homemade rink in my backyard, our backs pressed up against the glass entryway door. The ragged (but good) feeling in my lungs from playing outside for hours. Our mitts were off, and ever so slowly our fingers crept closer together. I held your hand, a romantic hand, for the very first time. It was bliss. </li><li>I remember my mother’s voice as I opened the bathroom door, “you are so busted”. Her eyes dead set on mine; my eyes averting hers. I handed her the cordless phone and ditched my plans for sneaking out that night. </li><li>I remember the muddy footprints on the floor leading from the chimney to the Christmas tree. I stepped into the living room and upon seeing the evidence, was terrified that someone (even Santa) could sneak into our house while we were sleeping. </li><li>I remember sitting in the passenger seat, window rolled down, looking out at the Nevada desert, the expanse of the orange and red dirt forming canyons and caves. “She Burns” by Foy Vance blared through the rented car speakers. I felt the cold from the desert  and absolute gratitude. </li></ol>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-02-11 19:58:41 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>personal post: our sidewalk</title>
         <author>kaitr23</author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/kaitr23/hwgbjc8zgsq98svx/wish/1194383654</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Our living room window looks directly at the sidewalk and our buzzer doesn't work. I know a friend has stopped by when I hear "KAIT!" Many wonderful and unexpected conversations with friends and strangers happen through this window and I am an avid people-watcher. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-02-11 20:02:56 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>week 2: delight</title>
         <author>kaitr23</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>1. I was sitting at my window working on my computer when a Rufous Hummingbird paused and stared before flitting away. <br>2. It's that time of year! The snowdrops have officially pushed through the leaves.<br>3. I came home from a long walk, bit into gooey grilled cheese and slurped hot tomatoe soup <em>(most of my daily delights were food related so I had to include at least one)</em>. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-02-11 20:06:00 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>personal post: noises at Laurel Landbridge</title>
         <author>kaitr23</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>The birds were so quiet and all of sudden (almost simultaneously) started singing to each other. You can also hear the city noises in the background. There's so many sounds! </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-02-11 21:36:18 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>week 4: personal universe deck combinations</title>
         <author>kaitr23</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div><em>camaraderie</em>: the twine around a floral bouquet<br><em>camaraderie</em>: a velvet heirloom <br><em>brilliant</em>: red heirloom tomatoes <br><em>brilliant</em>: the crunch of a dried leaf <br><em>forgetful</em>: the single leaf that stayed on the tree through winter <br><em>forgetful</em>: the blackened lightbulb <br><em>miracle</em>: a self-changing lightbulb <br><em>miracle</em>: a shiny kitchen floor<br><em>rhythm</em>: a sharp kitchen knife<br><em>rhythm</em>: the intertwined blades of grass</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-02-12 02:49:53 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>week 5: a favourite image</title>
         <author>kaitr23</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"find a lamp and empty your paradise onto a desk:<br>your white sands, green hills and fresh fish" <br><br><em>A Portable Paradise <br>by Roger Robinson</em></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2021-02-12 02:57:04 UTC</pubDate>
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