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	<description>...within and beyond the pre-defined</description>
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		<title>S  T  O  R  Y</title>
		<link>http://wildestbranch.com/2010/05/28/s-t-o-r-y/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 28 May 2010 11:28:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://wildestbranch.com/?p=898</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[In a shifting sand ceremony - a world of tea and story and codex - the truth approaches, silent and unspoken like longing never settled and always in expectance… it isn’t the amber in transparent cups, nor the flames; not the tent or bright rug, nor the scent of horse and sheep on the hot [...]]]></description>
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		<title>of Safety and of Wildness</title>
		<link>http://wildestbranch.com/2010/05/21/of-safety-and-of-wildness/</link>
		<comments>http://wildestbranch.com/2010/05/21/of-safety-and-of-wildness/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 21 May 2010 09:24:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[The Silver Branch]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[island]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[journey]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sea]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[silver branch]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://wildestbranch.com/?p=869</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[This, then, is our ordeal.   The wildness here is like no other. Even in the wildest range of mountains, there is solid ground for us to put our feet on. Here, there is nothing solid.   No safety. Only our boat.   Only our small cramped boat that is being tossed about in the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Innisfallen in the Making…</title>
		<link>http://wildestbranch.com/2010/01/01/innisfallen-in-the-making%e2%80%a6/</link>
		<comments>http://wildestbranch.com/2010/01/01/innisfallen-in-the-making%e2%80%a6/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 12:00:26 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Three Dwellings of Wisdom]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[becoming]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[doorways]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[earth]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[home]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[innisfallen]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ireland]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[island]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://wildestbranch.com/?p=838</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I hadn’t expected it and maybe it was the change from the slate blue lake to the closeness of the green of the island, but once I set foot upon Innisfallen, I knew it was a special place. I wonder if, as I suspect,  it is inherently spiritual or if the centuries of learning, contemplative [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sometimes, my Soul is a Mountain</title>
		<link>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/10/16/sometimes-my-soul-is-a-mountain/</link>
		<comments>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/10/16/sometimes-my-soul-is-a-mountain/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 11:47:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Three Dwellings of Wisdom]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[mountain]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[soul]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://wildestbranch.com/?p=828</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I stood facing west once and watched a mountain dance, watched it change slowly, from the first timid breaking of light to the final remoteness and inevitable return of darkness &#8211; absorption and radiation… green slopes upwards to the grey summit, spotted here and there with green. During the long dance of the mountains day, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>II.</title>
		<link>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/07/19/ii/</link>
		<comments>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/07/19/ii/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 22:58:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://wildestbranch.com/?p=824</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Low flight Wingtips touching Water of a mountain lake Lovers below the surface at last embrace no-need for air and stars and moon reflecting the pattern from the cave stone floor of what can never be seen Naked eyes are here Seeing clouds dancing to songs of crickets and shamans show Flowing mountains of eagle [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Clouds Coming Down</title>
		<link>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/06/29/clouds-coming-down/</link>
		<comments>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/06/29/clouds-coming-down/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 17:27:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://wildestbranch.com/?p=817</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Clouds Coming Down And counting days forgotten, I dedicate this place with gifts from far away - gifts I don&#8217;t want to give. Is that why at night when old fog betrays steps of darkness in the meadow, the swaying of young birch, and the rushing of the stream conflict the motionless, meaningless hand of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Within the Mound of Hostages</title>
		<link>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/05/31/within-the-mound-of-hostages/</link>
		<comments>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/05/31/within-the-mound-of-hostages/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 31 May 2009 22:27:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Uisneach and Tara]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[becoming]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[birth]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[depths]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[doorways]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[mound of hostages]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[tara]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://wildestbranch.com/?p=723</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[It was a grey and windy day, and only the first memory is a memory. The sound of layers of jackets smacking in the wind, the moisture of wind-torn eyes on my cheek &#8211; or was it sideways rain? No, the sideways rain was with the Cailleach. She and the red haired kid in shorts [...]]]></description>
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		<slash:comments>2</slash:comments>
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		<title>Her Name</title>
		<link>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/05/23/her-name/</link>
		<comments>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/05/23/her-name/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 23 May 2009 16:45:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://wildestbranch.com/2009/05/23/755/</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Her Name The desert accepted me, a traveler from far away and after seven days, forgave me, as she knew my thirst in her heart, and with her thoughts, she spoke and sent a breeze without pride of the ability to cool man and beast. I, knower of so many winds, was taken aback by [...]]]></description>
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		<title>abwoon d&#8217;bwashmaya</title>
		<link>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/05/18/abwoon-dbwashmaya/</link>
		<comments>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/05/18/abwoon-dbwashmaya/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2009 15:59:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Tribal Compassion]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[compassion]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[god]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[goddess]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://wildestbranch.com/?p=713</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[When, where, why, and how did it happen? When did God put down the mantle of motherhood to replace it with exclusive fatherhood? Does it matter as long as the story of the motherhood reemerges? What does it mean for us to have lost, and what will it mean for us to rediscover the motherhood [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Watcher and the Watched</title>
		<link>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/05/12/the-watcher-and-the-watched/</link>
		<comments>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/05/12/the-watcher-and-the-watched/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Tue, 12 May 2009 20:27:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://wildestbranch.com/?p=703</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[The Watcher and the Watched I stand in the gentle rain, nearby and watch, as she comes and goes, tendrils of mist rising and drifting from a new forest waiting and watching me, judging silently, and in expectation of a song, I watch. She comes and goes away, again.]]></description>
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		<title>may this be to the good of the giver</title>
		<link>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/05/10/696/</link>
		<comments>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/05/10/696/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 16:37:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Tribal Compassion]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[cuchulain]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[goddess]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[morrigan]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://wildestbranch.com/?p=696</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[And when the sword of the enemy is seeking our heart, religion, now a heifer says: You are alone. Alone. And when the sword of the enemy is seeking our heart, religion, now an eel, says: You are without love. Alone. And when the sword of the enemy is seeking our heart, religion, now a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>the healing wounds of the morrigan</title>
		<link>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/03/18/the-healing-wounds-of-the-morrigan/</link>
		<comments>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/03/18/the-healing-wounds-of-the-morrigan/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Wed, 18 Mar 2009 18:09:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Tribal Compassion]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[becoming]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[human]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[identity]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[morrigan]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[religion]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[self]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://wildestbranch.com/?p=666</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Lately, I’ve been thinking of the boldness of it all, and I have a sneaking suspicion that the Morrigan wanted, desperately wanted Cuchulainn to reject her offer. I wonder if it would be possible, in this late hour, to redefine the word religion. There are those who would say it is not necessary, that religion [...]]]></description>
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		<title>the journey to the harp</title>
		<link>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/02/22/the-journey-to-the-harp/</link>
		<comments>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/02/22/the-journey-to-the-harp/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2009 12:07:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Immram]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Tribal Compassion]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[battle]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[compassion]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[dagda]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[depths]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[earth]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ego]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fomorian]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[harp]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[island]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lugh]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ogma]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ritual]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sea]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[soul]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://wildestbranch.com/?p=661</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[Imagine the Dagda and Lugh and Ogma journeying across Ireland to find the oak of two blossoms. To regain their sovereignty. The harp. The music of the land. They had no insurance. There was no store. They could not just make a new one. They had to regain their sovereignty. The music of the land. [...]]]></description>
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		<title>into that wild morning</title>
		<link>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/02/14/into-that-wild-morning/</link>
		<comments>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/02/14/into-that-wild-morning/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2009 11:36:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://wildestbranch.com/?p=651</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[In his wanting to say, what need not be said, in his wanting to say what need not be brought from any vast land, what need not be brought across any vast sea, what need not be brought into anywhere, for it is already within… but anyway, In his wanting to say What the Curlew [...]]]></description>
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		<title>pay heed to the herdsman</title>
		<link>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/02/14/pay-heed-to-the-herdsman/</link>
		<comments>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/02/14/pay-heed-to-the-herdsman/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2009 11:28:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Immram]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[apple]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[island]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[journey]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[maelduin]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[sea]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://wildestbranch.com/?p=647</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[There is an island where there is a spear-burning river that keeps us away from the calves. Such a river need not be deep to protect the calves. Go, dip your spear in that shallow river and watch. Even small things can weigh heavy here. The calves of this island are calves, but appear to [...]]]></description>
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