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	<title>The Wildest Branch &#187; earth</title>
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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>
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		<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>
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		<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>the journey to the harp</title>
		<link>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/02/22/the-journey-to-the-harp/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Feb 2009 12:07:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Immram]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Tribal Compassion]]></category>
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		<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>the sound of sacred places (what art is silence II)</title>
		<link>http://wildestbranch.com/2009/02/06/the-sound-of-sacred-places-what-art-is-silence-ii/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 06 Feb 2009 13:17:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Uisneach and Tara]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[amhairgin]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[ancestors]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[avalon]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[earth]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[tara]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[But imagine if Amhairgin had gone through the nine waves instead of over them. Even more, imagine this: Fintan, in the shape of Amhairgin, coming ashore through the nine waves. What would that homecoming be like? Amhairgin coming ashore, reciting his “I am’s”, and meaning it? Even more, imagine this: Fintan, coming through the nine [...]]]></description>
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		<title>i tend our hearth</title>
		<link>http://wildestbranch.com/2008/11/04/i-tend-our-hearth/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2008 19:29:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>James</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[compassion]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[earth]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[home]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[She came ashore, still glistening and wet from the sea, shared her drink and showed me symbols of mysterious things and stones and shells, she laughed and I laughed with her. Not wanting her to leave, I took her to my hearth. She spoke, I could not understand, when I spoke, she smiled, but made [...]]]></description>
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