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	<title>Comments on: Denuding the tree.</title>
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	<description>Living deliberately or deliberating life. It's up to you.</description>
	<pubDate>Sun, 20 May 2012 09:51:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Colette</title>
		<link>http://deliberateliving.net/2012/01/03/denuding-the-tree/#comment-2267</link>
		<author>Colette</author>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Jan 2012 22:41:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have had a problem with "The Holidays" for as long as I can remember. I would start getting depressed around Thanksgiving (I knew what was coming) and the feeling just continued to get worse the closer it got to Christmas.I wanted to be cheerful. Go to parties, shop for presents, bake like there was no tomorrow. But something about it always seemed wrong. 
I always knew what felt right in my heart but couldn't explain it. Learning about "The Old Ways" explained what i couldn't. Winter in the time when things turn inward. Animals hibernate. Trees, plants, flowers all rest. This is the time to sit quietly by the fire and read.This is a time of rest and contemplation. The time will come to venture out. To celebrate and enjoy being social again. The time is just not now.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have had a problem with &#8220;The Holidays&#8221; for as long as I can remember. I would start getting depressed around Thanksgiving (I knew what was coming) and the feeling just continued to get worse the closer it got to Christmas.I wanted to be cheerful. Go to parties, shop for presents, bake like there was no tomorrow. But something about it always seemed wrong.<br />
I always knew what felt right in my heart but couldn&#8217;t explain it. Learning about &#8220;The Old Ways&#8221; explained what i couldn&#8217;t. Winter in the time when things turn inward. Animals hibernate. Trees, plants, flowers all rest. This is the time to sit quietly by the fire and read.This is a time of rest and contemplation. The time will come to venture out. To celebrate and enjoy being social again. The time is just not now.</p>
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