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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><title>Backyard Mystic - Letters about becoming</title><link>http://www.backyardmystic.com</link><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BackyardMystic-StoriesWisdomCommunity" /><description>We chronicle all facets of life through letters of wisdom, energy and spirit. They engage your soul, sounding out in diversity. They weave a story of becoming, without judgment or restraint.</description><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Fri, 18 Feb 2011 10:01:01 PST</lastBuildDate><sy:updatePeriod xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/">1</sy:updateFrequency><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BackyardMystic-StoriesWisdomCommunity" /><feedburner:info uri="backyardmystic-storieswisdomcommunity" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><meta xmlns="http://pipes.yahoo.com" name="pipes" content="noprocess" /><item><title>At the Foothills</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BackyardMystic-StoriesWisdomCommunity/~3/TAab1h7RMf8/</link><category>Musings</category><category>art of becoming</category><category>Feelings</category><category>journey</category><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">admin</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 18 Feb 2011 10:00:19 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.backyardmystic.com/?p=3769</guid><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://www.backyardmystic.com/2011/02/at-the-foothills/feed/</wfw:commentRss><slash:comments xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/">0</slash:comments><description>Not too long ago I had the crazy idea that I wanted to write a book. Life seemed to get in the way. Life had to get &amp;#8220;in the way&amp;#8221; to show me that all things require a measure of balance. ...&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BackyardMystic-StoriesWisdomCommunity/~4/TAab1h7RMf8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.backyardmystic.com/2011/02/at-the-foothills/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Wisdom: Struggles &amp; Significance</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BackyardMystic-StoriesWisdomCommunity/~3/fSvq9u7VZNM/</link><category>Impromptu Letters</category><category>Musings</category><category>gratitude</category><category>greatness</category><category>struggle</category><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">admin</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 06 Feb 2011 11:43:38 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.backyardmystic.com/?p=3747</guid><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://www.backyardmystic.com/2011/02/of-struggle-of-significance/feed/</wfw:commentRss><slash:comments xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/">0</slash:comments><description>&amp;#8220;When I was 17, I thought I wanted to do something great with my life.&amp;#8221; I had no idea that great meant being grateful – sharing the small acts of gratitude on a daily basis.  I struggled...&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BackyardMystic-StoriesWisdomCommunity/~4/fSvq9u7VZNM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.backyardmystic.com/2011/02/of-struggle-of-significance/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>My Day Is A Droplet of Water</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BackyardMystic-StoriesWisdomCommunity/~3/tcdFr3-YEnc/</link><category>Impromptu Letters</category><category>droplet of water</category><category>flow</category><category>life in a nutshell</category><category>memorable journey</category><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">admin</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 03 Feb 2011 19:28:04 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.backyardmystic.com/?p=3729</guid><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://www.backyardmystic.com/2011/02/my-day-is-a-droplet-of-water/feed/</wfw:commentRss><slash:comments xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/">0</slash:comments><description>Every day feels like a droplet of water. All I need is a humble trickle; yet all I long for is a pour spout to catch every droplet.  Not every droplet is meant to last forever though is it?  Each one...&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BackyardMystic-StoriesWisdomCommunity/~4/tcdFr3-YEnc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.backyardmystic.com/2011/02/my-day-is-a-droplet-of-water/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Who Stole My Energy?</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BackyardMystic-StoriesWisdomCommunity/~3/X5VoKVZBh4s/</link><category>Featured Letters</category><category>capacity</category><category>culture</category><category>Energy</category><category>energy sources</category><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">admin</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 30 Jan 2011 10:15:55 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.backyardmystic.com/?p=3711</guid><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://www.backyardmystic.com/2011/01/who-stole-my-energy/feed/</wfw:commentRss><slash:comments xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/">0</slash:comments><description>Our energy levels speak to us on a daily basis. From a spiritual capacity, energy has nothing to do with your social or cultural references.  Its about what you are drawn to, not what you are drawn...&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BackyardMystic-StoriesWisdomCommunity/~4/X5VoKVZBh4s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.backyardmystic.com/2011/01/who-stole-my-energy/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>I Am Staying Grounded</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BackyardMystic-StoriesWisdomCommunity/~3/rVW49vrIyZA/</link><category>Impromptu Letters</category><category>bequest</category><category>clear a path</category><category>continuity</category><category>equilibrium</category><category>timely blessing</category><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">admin</dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 27 Jan 2011 20:37:54 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.backyardmystic.com/?p=3693</guid><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://www.backyardmystic.com/2011/01/stay-planted-where-you-are/feed/</wfw:commentRss><slash:comments xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/">0</slash:comments><description>For the next 24 hours I am staying grounded. In complete surrender, I clear a path that shy&amp;#8217;s away from external content that bleeds into my day.  I shut off the valve and stop listening to...&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BackyardMystic-StoriesWisdomCommunity/~4/rVW49vrIyZA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.backyardmystic.com/2011/01/stay-planted-where-you-are/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Does Your Life Wiggle?</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BackyardMystic-StoriesWisdomCommunity/~3/mkOjRSDTGA8/</link><category>Impromptu Letters</category><category>living in the moment</category><category>nursery rhymes</category><category>reader s digest</category><category>relaxation</category><category>wiggle</category><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">admin</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 25 Jan 2011 18:28:40 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.backyardmystic.com/?p=3676</guid><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://www.backyardmystic.com/2011/01/does-your-life-wiggle/feed/</wfw:commentRss><slash:comments xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/">0</slash:comments><description>How do I enrich my life?  I bend forward and wiggle my toes.  Think back to when you were 3 years old listening to the sound of your parent’s voice:  “This little piggy went to market, this little...&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BackyardMystic-StoriesWisdomCommunity/~4/mkOjRSDTGA8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.backyardmystic.com/2011/01/does-your-life-wiggle/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Nest in Your Memories</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BackyardMystic-StoriesWisdomCommunity/~3/CnzIwZwUikE/</link><category>Featured Letters</category><category>expression</category><category>memorabilia</category><category>old photos</category><category>peaks and valleys</category><category>simpler times</category><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">admin</dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2011 12:11:13 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.backyardmystic.com/?p=3623</guid><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://www.backyardmystic.com/2011/01/nest-in-your-memories/feed/</wfw:commentRss><slash:comments xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/">0</slash:comments><description>It’s a simple plan, but how many of us do it?  We do everything else but follow through on the one voice that should carry the most weight – our own.  There&amp;#8217;s something to be said for marching...&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BackyardMystic-StoriesWisdomCommunity/~4/CnzIwZwUikE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.backyardmystic.com/2011/01/nest-in-your-memories/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>A Common Cure</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BackyardMystic-StoriesWisdomCommunity/~3/GqhYgJTh_TY/</link><category>Impromptu Letters</category><category>clarity</category><category>common cold</category><category>ounce of prevention</category><category>proper nutrition</category><category>simplicity</category><category>wellness therapies</category><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">admin</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jan 2011 17:39:40 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.backyardmystic.com/?p=3603</guid><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://www.backyardmystic.com/2011/01/a-common-cure/feed/</wfw:commentRss><slash:comments xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/">0</slash:comments><description>When people ask to be rid of something, germ or otherwise they emphasize relief.  “An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure” my mother always said.  We inhale clever marketing with near...&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BackyardMystic-StoriesWisdomCommunity/~4/GqhYgJTh_TY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.backyardmystic.com/2011/01/a-common-cure/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Making Sense of your Senses.</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BackyardMystic-StoriesWisdomCommunity/~3/9kU7xtHm3ns/</link><category>Featured Letters</category><category>constant chatter</category><category>rhythm</category><category>self examination</category><category>sensing</category><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">admin</dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jan 2011 10:35:04 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.backyardmystic.com/?p=3591</guid><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://www.backyardmystic.com/2011/01/making-sense-of-your-senses/feed/</wfw:commentRss><slash:comments xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/">0</slash:comments><description>How we crumple our thoughts is not what worries us.  What most find bothersome is the fact we don’t stop to listen, and then adhere to what we perceive beyond the norm.  We drop sensing as we seam...&lt;br/&gt;
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[[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BackyardMystic-StoriesWisdomCommunity/~4/9kU7xtHm3ns" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://www.backyardmystic.com/2011/01/making-sense-of-your-senses/</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>The Happiness Doctor.</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BackyardMystic-StoriesWisdomCommunity/~3/hBVoTJlQrUM/</link><category>Featured Letters</category><category>Aging</category><category>benefactor</category><category>happiness</category><category>mundane activities</category><dc:creator xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">admin</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 11 Jan 2011 18:42:24 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.backyardmystic.com/?p=3535</guid><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://www.backyardmystic.com/2011/01/the-happiness-doctor/feed/</wfw:commentRss><slash:comments xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/">0</slash:comments><description>Happiness is not a noun or a verb, it’s a feeling. It wells up in the pit of your stomach as a moment of surrender and fullness. Within that moment time winks at you, it smiles letting days gone by...&lt;br/&gt;
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