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	<title>Comments on: Sacred silence</title>
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	<description>Notes on paddling, fly-fishing, hiking, conservation, writing and reading, the St. Croix River, and life in Minnesota.</description>
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		<title>By: Tony</title>
		<link>http://dharmablog.everyday-beat.org/2009/10/22/sacred-silence/comment-page-1/#comment-42717</link>
		<dc:creator>Tony</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 18:38:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The oxymoron - deafening silence! But this one is real isn&#039;t it? I have often been stunned by it. Not like:

Amicable divorce; airline food; friendly fire; non-working mother etc!

Nice post
Tony
.-= Tony&#180;s last blog ..&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.streamthought.org/journal/2009/10/9/trout-distress.html&quot; rel=&quot;nofollow&quot;&gt;Trout distress&lt;/a&gt; =-.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The oxymoron &#8211; deafening silence! But this one is real isn&#8217;t it? I have often been stunned by it. Not like:</p>
<p>Amicable divorce; airline food; friendly fire; non-working mother etc!</p>
<p>Nice post<br />
Tony<br />
<span class="cluv"> Tony&#180;s last blog ..<a href="http://www.streamthought.org/journal/2009/10/9/trout-distress.html">Trout distress</a> <span class="heart_tip_box"><img class="heart_tip" alt="My ComLuv Profile" border="0" width="16" height="14" src="http://dharmablog.everyday-beat.org/wp-content/plugins/commentluv/images/littleheart.gif"/></span></span></p>
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		<title>By: Terry</title>
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		<dc:creator>Terry</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 16:18:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I experienced that type of silence this past weekend.  The technology and &#039;busy-ness&#039; that I have surrounded myself with, their absence created an uncomfortable ringing in my ears, almost like an echo.  I was shocked how long it took for the ringing to subside and was disappointed that it never did entirely.

In my case eventually I determined that I was not experiencing complete silence.  The woods were speaking their own language for anyone who cared to listen, and would have babbled on whether I had been there or not.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I experienced that type of silence this past weekend.  The technology and &#8216;busy-ness&#8217; that I have surrounded myself with, their absence created an uncomfortable ringing in my ears, almost like an echo.  I was shocked how long it took for the ringing to subside and was disappointed that it never did entirely.</p>
<p>In my case eventually I determined that I was not experiencing complete silence.  The woods were speaking their own language for anyone who cared to listen, and would have babbled on whether I had been there or not.</p>
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		<title>By: Dad</title>
		<link>http://dharmablog.everyday-beat.org/2009/10/22/sacred-silence/comment-page-1/#comment-42108</link>
		<dc:creator>Dad</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 16:02:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I don&#039;t mean that life is gloomy but that it is mysterious.  Just thought I should explain that.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I don&#8217;t mean that life is gloomy but that it is mysterious.  Just thought I should explain that.</p>
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		<title>By: Dad</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dad</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 15:54:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I felt the silence, Greg.  Nice piece of writing.  The photo of the canoeist is a great metaphor for life.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I felt the silence, Greg.  Nice piece of writing.  The photo of the canoeist is a great metaphor for life.</p>
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		<title>By: Lené</title>
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		<dc:creator>Lené</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 12:15:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Your writing and images never fail to move me, Greg. I know that deafening silence of late fall/early winter that you write about so well. Thank you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Your writing and images never fail to move me, Greg. I know that deafening silence of late fall/early winter that you write about so well. Thank you.</p>
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