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	<title>Comments on: In the midst of the spiral</title>
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	<description>one single mother.  one spririted preschooler.  oy -- what a life.</description>
	<pubDate>Fri, 18 May 2012 12:08:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Chris Austin-Lane</title>
		<link>http://mamadharma.net/2008/06/in-the-midst-of-the-spiral/#comment-182</link>
		<dc:creator>Chris Austin-Lane</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 15 Jun 2008 21:02:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My dad died while my wife was pregnant with our daughter.  I didn't find that either emotion cancelled out the other, I had great sadness and great joy.  Both.  My heart had to be wrenched into a larger size perhaps.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thanks for the writing this week - it's been a blessing.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;--Chris</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My dad died while my wife was pregnant with our daughter.  I didn&#8217;t find that either emotion cancelled out the other, I had great sadness and great joy.  Both.  My heart had to be wrenched into a larger size perhaps.  </p>
<p>Thanks for the writing this week - it&#8217;s been a blessing.  </p>
<p>&#8211;Chris</p>
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		<title>By: Jennifer</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jennifer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Jun 2008 05:36:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I know what you mean when you talk about the comfort a child can bring. A few days after August, my oldest son, was born, my grandma passed, unexpectedly. We were very close. I remember sitting there on the airplane with my 10 days old baby, crying - tears dripping down on his cheeks while nursing, and looking at him was comforting. It's amazing how such small creatures can bring about such large feelings of well-being.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I know what you mean when you talk about the comfort a child can bring. A few days after August, my oldest son, was born, my grandma passed, unexpectedly. We were very close. I remember sitting there on the airplane with my 10 days old baby, crying - tears dripping down on his cheeks while nursing, and looking at him was comforting. It&#8217;s amazing how such small creatures can bring about such large feelings of well-being.</p>
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