<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983497852440659655</id><updated>2024-09-01T21:43:25.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New and Good</title><subtitle type='html'>a place for noticings</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newandgood.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983497852440659655/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newandgood.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tracy Chastain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05712884791033318704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Tn-8LxDDw7A63FcNznPhdSyBY2KbSs9GZ-9vqK2w73XPTFWDjk9ytKUbYvJPeyVyPr9Tj2qDXWb6aa6inkiRG2kYk6e3cHsGEv5fJ3Dwn7rwpWy6J85YW7WLG4_-HwM/s220/DSC_0091.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983497852440659655.post-8107879213768606700</id><published>2010-05-09T08:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T08:48:31.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother&#39;s Day, a bittersweet day</title><summary type="text">This is hard. I just want to put it out there at the start. Mother&#39;s Day should be happy and thankful and well-wishing to your Mom. And part of this Mother&#39;s Day is like that. But part of it really isn&#39;t.

Right now, I want to thank my Mom for being the wonderful woman that she is, for all the lessons in life that she has taught me, and how I wouldn&#39;t be the same person I am today without her in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newandgood.blogspot.com/feeds/8107879213768606700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3983497852440659655/8107879213768606700?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983497852440659655/posts/default/8107879213768606700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983497852440659655/posts/default/8107879213768606700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newandgood.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day-bittersweet-day.html' title='Mother&#39;s Day, a bittersweet day'/><author><name>Tracy Chastain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05712884791033318704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Tn-8LxDDw7A63FcNznPhdSyBY2KbSs9GZ-9vqK2w73XPTFWDjk9ytKUbYvJPeyVyPr9Tj2qDXWb6aa6inkiRG2kYk6e3cHsGEv5fJ3Dwn7rwpWy6J85YW7WLG4_-HwM/s220/DSC_0091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzfmuS1I1eH2I6vVqSVlod1P64B0xOmiytR1d6QVI3RSCvq_t9NxAknJQchKrcu461AEbP_as_N8W6uPvIayRPvyRCOYXZAT__41duqVL364HTqiS5bbZ1yNigTNM3Tenik8qTCr4j01o/s72-c/P1010274.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983497852440659655.post-1548294684924868890</id><published>2010-04-21T19:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T19:27:33.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>72 days...</title><summary type="text">...till Paradise. &amp;nbsp;Maybe? Pretty Please?



</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newandgood.blogspot.com/feeds/1548294684924868890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3983497852440659655/1548294684924868890?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983497852440659655/posts/default/1548294684924868890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983497852440659655/posts/default/1548294684924868890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newandgood.blogspot.com/2010/04/72-days.html' title='72 days...'/><author><name>Tracy Chastain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05712884791033318704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Tn-8LxDDw7A63FcNznPhdSyBY2KbSs9GZ-9vqK2w73XPTFWDjk9ytKUbYvJPeyVyPr9Tj2qDXWb6aa6inkiRG2kYk6e3cHsGEv5fJ3Dwn7rwpWy6J85YW7WLG4_-HwM/s220/DSC_0091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjskTYtEkjI29qljMWXeNg_xXYhMgXug7cUN6dLl7zDTMBGbvjFMiDW9RFXiDOkX_Q1WQOdmiTXP_d8wrk_VeFg4UiYB_KzEvt925DGn2mYwRtddxNWWFKXz_yTeGa9hsCzhqAA__kOwaE/s72-c/Soliman+Bay+picnik+collage.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983497852440659655.post-2798822126376211304</id><published>2010-04-08T18:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T18:43:01.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello? Anyone home?</title><summary type="text">In case you haven&#39;t noticed, I haven&#39;t been here in a while. Oh, I know what you are thinking... yet another &quot;blogger&quot; who starts a blog, then quits after writing a few posts.

 
I do admit, that did happen to me. Really, I do have good reasons. And I always intended to come back - life just got in the way. Without going into all the reasons, suffice it to say that the end of last year is not one</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newandgood.blogspot.com/feeds/2798822126376211304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3983497852440659655/2798822126376211304?isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983497852440659655/posts/default/2798822126376211304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983497852440659655/posts/default/2798822126376211304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newandgood.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-anyone-home.html' title='Hello? Anyone home?'/><author><name>Tracy Chastain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05712884791033318704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Tn-8LxDDw7A63FcNznPhdSyBY2KbSs9GZ-9vqK2w73XPTFWDjk9ytKUbYvJPeyVyPr9Tj2qDXWb6aa6inkiRG2kYk6e3cHsGEv5fJ3Dwn7rwpWy6J85YW7WLG4_-HwM/s220/DSC_0091.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983497852440659655.post-2552152760102410892</id><published>2009-10-16T07:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T10:29:01.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonderful Gift</title><summary type="text">The other day, I decided to visit the Observation Deck at the airport while I waited for Kim&#39;s flight to land. I could see the huge 777 waiting to make its way to the runway. I pondered if her plane would land before the 777 took off. The 777 won. But as I watched this massively huge plane taxi down the runway picking up speed, then carefully begin to glide through the air, I realized, at that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newandgood.blogspot.com/feeds/2552152760102410892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3983497852440659655/2552152760102410892?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983497852440659655/posts/default/2552152760102410892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983497852440659655/posts/default/2552152760102410892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newandgood.blogspot.com/2009/10/wonderful-gift.html' title='The Wonderful Gift'/><author><name>Tracy Chastain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05712884791033318704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Tn-8LxDDw7A63FcNznPhdSyBY2KbSs9GZ-9vqK2w73XPTFWDjk9ytKUbYvJPeyVyPr9Tj2qDXWb6aa6inkiRG2kYk6e3cHsGEv5fJ3Dwn7rwpWy6J85YW7WLG4_-HwM/s220/DSC_0091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzNpSzUyAx6J4IqDcIYXB6A1wP6-vjuv3UDW8nA_VmPxbqCzsMCSUHbV2DfO1QbbJle6M_tQ5Sxy3TffjkgOeZJEb9lOwXRFmlNMX-2gkdK3NE063-qS119w8z5zXfFVuktI6U9mJa_yI/s72-c/IMG_4705.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983497852440659655.post-8867247468489571467</id><published>2009-10-13T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:24:51.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>True Beauty</title><summary type="text">Ever since I was a little girl sitting at the &quot;kids table&quot; at big family meals, I always cherished the moment when dinner was over and the good conversations were getting underway. In our family after a meal, the kids could go play but I always preferred to find a chair at the &quot;big table&quot; to be a part of the conversation.


Sometimes the conversation was about something in the news or an event </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newandgood.blogspot.com/feeds/8867247468489571467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3983497852440659655/8867247468489571467?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983497852440659655/posts/default/8867247468489571467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983497852440659655/posts/default/8867247468489571467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newandgood.blogspot.com/2009/10/true-beauty.html' title='True Beauty'/><author><name>Tracy Chastain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05712884791033318704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Tn-8LxDDw7A63FcNznPhdSyBY2KbSs9GZ-9vqK2w73XPTFWDjk9ytKUbYvJPeyVyPr9Tj2qDXWb6aa6inkiRG2kYk6e3cHsGEv5fJ3Dwn7rwpWy6J85YW7WLG4_-HwM/s220/DSC_0091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqqI2QJKoiEFeaI_yZ6UvnkpRs4eeEB_XXEV18SBK7QVEQ_jgRW1KwfpJOiWDzdHcE08TObc94euoYMVzkW7SlaKx7_IpTaBnIOQi2isVStJRjKRjMKgv61ODqdpW4o-HiCXt4Zs4Uzzw/s72-c/DSC_0400.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983497852440659655.post-3735245691722863583</id><published>2009-10-11T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:57:27.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><summary type="text">Some people keep journals, one spot that records all their thoughts and feelings. I randomly keep notebooks.&amp;nbsp;I like all different kinds of notebooks and my notebook choice changes, frequently.&amp;nbsp;Kim prefers one type of notebook - a little orange Rhodia with grid-lined sheets. I can&#39;t just keep one and use it until it is out of sheets. Right now, I have about four different notebooks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newandgood.blogspot.com/feeds/3735245691722863583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3983497852440659655/3735245691722863583?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983497852440659655/posts/default/3735245691722863583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983497852440659655/posts/default/3735245691722863583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newandgood.blogspot.com/2009/10/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Tracy Chastain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05712884791033318704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Tn-8LxDDw7A63FcNznPhdSyBY2KbSs9GZ-9vqK2w73XPTFWDjk9ytKUbYvJPeyVyPr9Tj2qDXWb6aa6inkiRG2kYk6e3cHsGEv5fJ3Dwn7rwpWy6J85YW7WLG4_-HwM/s220/DSC_0091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYO2bYUSpOjla_G0IBiiKRujYWm6nLBQMG_sk3rRmkEXEoz6CKFxkMP8ZLjKvXTqDclnsZASZyIgB6aXOt3ddEKp6ZTQHbx575FRBLt-G5ftvgiCghtNGT-uG9x9HWMiYDPHE80-NhihY/s72-c/DSC_0137.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983497852440659655.post-8710468381676878725</id><published>2009-10-10T00:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T00:02:13.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New and Good? what?</title><summary type="text">You know those times when a comment or a moment just sticks with you and resonates through your soul? A thought churns, you ponder it, you make it your own? Sometimes it bugs you, like that annoying song playing in your head. Sometimes, it is the self-talk that takes you high places or sends you down spirals. The other night, the moment, that comment, was good.


I take yoga from two wonderful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newandgood.blogspot.com/feeds/8710468381676878725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3983497852440659655/8710468381676878725?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983497852440659655/posts/default/8710468381676878725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3983497852440659655/posts/default/8710468381676878725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newandgood.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-and-good-what.html' title='New and Good? what?'/><author><name>Tracy Chastain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05712884791033318704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Tn-8LxDDw7A63FcNznPhdSyBY2KbSs9GZ-9vqK2w73XPTFWDjk9ytKUbYvJPeyVyPr9Tj2qDXWb6aa6inkiRG2kYk6e3cHsGEv5fJ3Dwn7rwpWy6J85YW7WLG4_-HwM/s220/DSC_0091.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkn-exO1-XGnmlqhguOGFoKnJOJ7Cxyqv3r39qQyl0B_QkCwcfCrZ4VRHOxkefZ2daqhqP5eQ-N8V_XMeXxRP6az5m-jwaiW41FBDgSNxw2nB0jnd1MhjzNj6kj2GbFu-KdtUOdOek-jw/s72-c/DSC_0240.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>