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	<title>Paul McNeil</title>
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		<title>My New Song</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Jan 2007 22:09:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Back with a song&#8230;
It&#8217;s been a while since I last wrote
A letter for the sake of good old times
So I came to Uni and cleared my throat
To write a letter - a verse that rhymes
A year and a half has whistled by
With time we grow in mind and age
Time has been in short supply
To notice [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Back with a song&#8230;<br />
It&#8217;s been a while since I last wrote<br />
A letter for the sake of good old times<br />
So I came to Uni and cleared my throat<br />
To write a letter - a verse that rhymes</p>
<p>A year and a half has whistled by<br />
With time we grow in mind and age<br />
Time has been in short supply<br />
To notice the world beyond my hedge</p>
<p>A faster life has always bred<br />
Little time for the creative mind<br />
Tutes and tests that plagued my head<br />
Would never let the brain unwind</p>
<p>Through strife and bliss I&#8217;ve lived to tell<br />
A tale of joy and humble pride<br />
One of gratitude for at times I fell<br />
Many have helped me keep my stride</p>
<p>I hope that life has been good to you<br />
Through many days that kept us apart<br />
But memories of the things you do<br />
I have always carried in my heart</p>
<p>This is a hint – an alarm bell<br />
To warn you of an impending threat<br />
In a few weeks I&#8217;ll fly from hell<br />
And land in paradise – it&#8217;s time to fret</p>
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		<title>Hearing Mozart Getting back in shape one step at a time.</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Nov 2006 21:47:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I remember turning 40 in Richmond, Virginia and on the eve of my 40th birthday doing two back to back sessions of Bikram Hot Yoga which was 180 minutes in a 105 degree temperature room.  But I weighted what I weigh now.  Maybe I&#8217;m not in too bad of physical shape.  It&#8217;s just my back [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember turning 40 in Richmond, Virginia and on the eve of my 40th birthday doing two back to back sessions of Bikram Hot Yoga which was 180 minutes in a 105 degree temperature room.  But I weighted what I weigh now.  Maybe I&#8217;m not in too bad of physical shape.  It&#8217;s just my back hurts, that all.  Just walked for 1  hour and it&#8217;s 96 degrees outside.  I&#8217;m soaked with sweat.  I want to get back to where I was at 40 and each step, every small portion of food is bring closer to my goal. </p>
<p>Maybe my yoga will never be the same after the injuries, but that&#8217;s okay you know.  It takes quite a bit of acceptance.  I&#8217;ll keep drinking tea, meditating and doing what I can of the mat.  I&#8217;m not hurting with grief so much like I was months ago when I was really in a lot of pain.</p>
<p>Someone asked me to me him for coffee.  I don&#8217;t really want to go to Union City, NJ this afternoon, but maybe I&#8217;ll have a good time.  People think enough of me to call.  But not too many AA people unfortunately, or maybe fortunately. The one&#8217;s that do usually turn me off with their advice or narrow-minded opinions.  Get this through your thick skull!  If I want advice I&#8217;ll ask you for it.</p>
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		<title>Cockroaches and attachment</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Nov 2006 21:46:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There&#8217;s a story my dad loves to tell about something he saw at work one day.  There was a army of ants struggling to get a rather large piece of bread up a wall to their nest and he observed this activity throughout the day.  At about lunchtime they were almost to the top of [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There&#8217;s a story my dad loves to tell about something he saw at work one day.  There was a army of ants struggling to get a rather large piece of bread up a wall to their nest and he observed this activity throughout the day.  At about lunchtime they were almost to the top of the wall.  Then a large cockroach came out of a crack in the corner and taking the piece of bread from the ants.  I think of this story from time to time and it is so much like life.  When will the roach show up and takes what we&#8217;ve worked so hard for.  There&#8217;s a Zen master that said once that life is like walking down to the dock, getting into a boat, sailing off into the sunset and eventially sinking.  It occured to me this morning that is important to me to that I renew my comittment to non-attachment and living freely and happily.  My money, my health, my youth [I'm 42 haha] my relationships&#8230;..  It will all end someday you know and you really don&#8217;t own anything when you really think about it.  The cockroach will eventially, someday, somehow, have his day.</p>
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