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		<title>Comment on My Blog Has Moved by JARED</title>
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		<dc:creator>JARED</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Jul 2010 18:10:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Comment on Subterranean Waters by Sara Firman</title>
		<link>http://berrytrip.us/blog/?p=444&#038;cpage=1#comment-2106</link>
		<dc:creator>Sara Firman</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 16:21:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you for this Licia.  It reminds me of so many buried things.  I fell in love with a piece of land partly because I had dreams there that drew me underground.  

I felt that I went down into a huge cleft that lay beneath the creek that ran beside the cabin I lived in.  I was unafraid but did not complete the journey and expected to return in a later dream.  

There was much to the experience with this land, with this dream, and the many hard lessons that came to me there.  It was certainly an experience of living in several dimensions as you describe in your post here.  It is hard to articulate well.  

I lost that beloved land and dream in a divorce.  It is interesting to me that the dream began for me in 2000 and ended in 2007, which are the years you mention above.  This may mean nothing or everything.  How can any of us know?

When I came across the poem below, I felt that it described the anguish of that loss well ...

DIVING by Jessica Penrose
 
You may feel me as a ripple beneath your feet,
a tremor, a parting of grass stalks
that shiver and return to stillness.
 
I&#039;m swimming just below the surface,
sweeping back armfuls of tree roots
and animal bones in my wake.
 
The crown of my head is an earth mover.
My hands slice through clay
legs kick out at rock and feel it crumble.
 
The woman&#039;s body that walks beside you
is empty - do not reach out to it.
Her soul is in my mouth, and swimming with me.

Published in the Rialto, a UK poetry magazine  

As you will see it has both the earth and water imagery in it that is so significant for me - and apparently for you! A friend wrote this to me when I shared the poem with him (Dec. 07): 

&#039;I can easily see the woman in the poem as one who has somehow transmuted her anger through her relationship to the earth to become a source of power, unstoppable, primal, inviolable.  This is the anger of Persephone at being raped transmuted into the power of the Queen of the Underworld.  Somehow I think this is also what you are trying to do.&#039;

And have been ever since.  These are the myths, the shadow stories, that we are perhaps being called to face now.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you for this Licia.  It reminds me of so many buried things.  I fell in love with a piece of land partly because I had dreams there that drew me underground.  </p>
<p>I felt that I went down into a huge cleft that lay beneath the creek that ran beside the cabin I lived in.  I was unafraid but did not complete the journey and expected to return in a later dream.  </p>
<p>There was much to the experience with this land, with this dream, and the many hard lessons that came to me there.  It was certainly an experience of living in several dimensions as you describe in your post here.  It is hard to articulate well.  </p>
<p>I lost that beloved land and dream in a divorce.  It is interesting to me that the dream began for me in 2000 and ended in 2007, which are the years you mention above.  This may mean nothing or everything.  How can any of us know?</p>
<p>When I came across the poem below, I felt that it described the anguish of that loss well &#8230;</p>
<p>DIVING by Jessica Penrose<br />
 <br />
You may feel me as a ripple beneath your feet,<br />
a tremor, a parting of grass stalks<br />
that shiver and return to stillness.<br />
 <br />
I&#8217;m swimming just below the surface,<br />
sweeping back armfuls of tree roots<br />
and animal bones in my wake.<br />
 <br />
The crown of my head is an earth mover.<br />
My hands slice through clay<br />
legs kick out at rock and feel it crumble.<br />
 <br />
The woman&#8217;s body that walks beside you<br />
is empty &#8211; do not reach out to it.<br />
Her soul is in my mouth, and swimming with me.</p>
<p>Published in the Rialto, a UK poetry magazine  </p>
<p>As you will see it has both the earth and water imagery in it that is so significant for me &#8211; and apparently for you! A friend wrote this to me when I shared the poem with him (Dec. 07): </p>
<p>&#8216;I can easily see the woman in the poem as one who has somehow transmuted her anger through her relationship to the earth to become a source of power, unstoppable, primal, inviolable.  This is the anger of Persephone at being raped transmuted into the power of the Queen of the Underworld.  Somehow I think this is also what you are trying to do.&#8217;</p>
<p>And have been ever since.  These are the myths, the shadow stories, that we are perhaps being called to face now.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Subterranean Waters by Gina</title>
		<link>http://berrytrip.us/blog/?p=444&#038;cpage=1#comment-2100</link>
		<dc:creator>Gina</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 06:52:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Licia,

If for no other reason than to help me understand that this incredibly intense crumbling process is freeing me from a type of prison.  WHAT A STATEMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!

THANK YOU!!!! I needed that in the worst way.

LOVE,</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Licia,</p>
<p>If for no other reason than to help me understand that this incredibly intense crumbling process is freeing me from a type of prison.  WHAT A STATEMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!</p>
<p>THANK YOU!!!! I needed that in the worst way.</p>
<p>LOVE,</p>
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		<title>Comment on Subterranean Waters by Brian Kenneth Wilcox</title>
		<link>http://berrytrip.us/blog/?p=444&#038;cpage=1#comment-2098</link>
		<dc:creator>Brian Kenneth Wilcox</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2009 01:38:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I appreciate your journey.  Giving up the &quot;tiny boxes&quot; is where we are being summoned, it seems apparent.  Regarding authentic power - this links with what you are experiencing, it seems to me.  I believe we may be coming to the end of the days of the Great Teachers - wherein, now, we are all being summoned to realize the authority of the Inner Teacher - Jesus referred to this as the Holy Spirit, but it can be called many names.  Blessings!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I appreciate your journey.  Giving up the &#8220;tiny boxes&#8221; is where we are being summoned, it seems apparent.  Regarding authentic power &#8211; this links with what you are experiencing, it seems to me.  I believe we may be coming to the end of the days of the Great Teachers &#8211; wherein, now, we are all being summoned to realize the authority of the Inner Teacher &#8211; Jesus referred to this as the Holy Spirit, but it can be called many names.  Blessings!</p>
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		<title>Comment on Ode to Jennifer by lisa knaggs</title>
		<link>http://berrytrip.us/blog/?p=437&#038;cpage=1#comment-2041</link>
		<dc:creator>lisa knaggs</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 05:04:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Licia, thanks so much for the prompt to read this moving piece.  I think especially of the &quot;good girl&quot; role forced upon us all, &quot;be quiet&quot;, &quot;men will be men&quot;, &quot;that&#039;s just the way it is&quot; yet our silence begets the continuing violence of patriarchy. So grateful to have you as a sister and friend! Peace, Love, BUG HUGS! xo lis, Clementine &amp; SARK (new kitty!)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Licia, thanks so much for the prompt to read this moving piece.  I think especially of the &#8220;good girl&#8221; role forced upon us all, &#8220;be quiet&#8221;, &#8220;men will be men&#8221;, &#8220;that&#8217;s just the way it is&#8221; yet our silence begets the continuing violence of patriarchy. So grateful to have you as a sister and friend! Peace, Love, BUG HUGS! xo lis, Clementine &amp; SARK (new kitty!)</p>
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		<title>Comment on Ode to Jennifer by Rachelle Mee-Chapman</title>
		<link>http://berrytrip.us/blog/?p=437&#038;cpage=1#comment-1937</link>
		<dc:creator>Rachelle Mee-Chapman</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 15:23:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What a powerful story. It must have felt good to have the inspiration flow through you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What a powerful story. It must have felt good to have the inspiration flow through you.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Ode to Jennifer by Beth</title>
		<link>http://berrytrip.us/blog/?p=437&#038;cpage=1#comment-1899</link>
		<dc:creator>Beth</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2009 00:38:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Licia, I was moved to tears as I read this piece. I feel that the word &quot;courage&quot; doesn&#039;t even begin to describe the strength within this woman&#039;s soul as she fought her way to survival and power. You are a blessing to this world, Licia, sharing your own soul&#039;s voice. 

Love, Beth</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Licia, I was moved to tears as I read this piece. I feel that the word &#8220;courage&#8221; doesn&#8217;t even begin to describe the strength within this woman&#8217;s soul as she fought her way to survival and power. You are a blessing to this world, Licia, sharing your own soul&#8217;s voice. </p>
<p>Love, Beth</p>
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		<title>Comment on Pre-Labor by Erika</title>
		<link>http://berrytrip.us/blog/?p=434&#038;cpage=1#comment-1895</link>
		<dc:creator>Erika</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 21:23:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot;I actually feel that if I don’t DO anything with my writing (except offer it for free on my blog, websites, FaceBook, famous emails, articles published worldwide in several languages, etc.), then no one can criticize me for what I have written.  And certainly I won’t be a failure for not making a living being a writer.&quot; I&#039;m so glad you have had this revelation and are moving toward your goal! Some people never get there, so this is big.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;I actually feel that if I don’t DO anything with my writing (except offer it for free on my blog, websites, FaceBook, famous emails, articles published worldwide in several languages, etc.), then no one can criticize me for what I have written.  And certainly I won’t be a failure for not making a living being a writer.&#8221; I&#8217;m so glad you have had this revelation and are moving toward your goal! Some people never get there, so this is big.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Ode to Jennifer by Donna L. Faber</title>
		<link>http://berrytrip.us/blog/?p=437&#038;cpage=1#comment-1892</link>
		<dc:creator>Donna L. Faber</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 13:33:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Licia ... this is a powerful piece of work.  I can feel your empathy and passion for what happened coming out in your words proving again that reclaiming your personal power is an important part of your journey here and now.  My partner Leslie and I spend considerable time pondering why some people remain victims and why some are able to rise above the terrible things that happen.  Is it their nature, it is nurture ... the age old sociological argument.  I become more and more convinced that we are what we are from the day we are born.  Some feel the fire of reclaimation and reformation and some do not ... what is, simply is.  

One thing I know for sure, however, is that the Goddess helps those who help themselves.  As we discover and reclaim the Goddess within, we find ourselves in both a figurative and literal fashion.  With that discovery comes a responsibility to action.

Great work ... Love,
D~</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Licia &#8230; this is a powerful piece of work.  I can feel your empathy and passion for what happened coming out in your words proving again that reclaiming your personal power is an important part of your journey here and now.  My partner Leslie and I spend considerable time pondering why some people remain victims and why some are able to rise above the terrible things that happen.  Is it their nature, it is nurture &#8230; the age old sociological argument.  I become more and more convinced that we are what we are from the day we are born.  Some feel the fire of reclaimation and reformation and some do not &#8230; what is, simply is.  </p>
<p>One thing I know for sure, however, is that the Goddess helps those who help themselves.  As we discover and reclaim the Goddess within, we find ourselves in both a figurative and literal fashion.  With that discovery comes a responsibility to action.</p>
<p>Great work &#8230; Love,<br />
D~</p>
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		<title>Comment on Pre-Labor by Gina Villa-Grimsby</title>
		<link>http://berrytrip.us/blog/?p=434&#038;cpage=1#comment-1783</link>
		<dc:creator>Gina Villa-Grimsby</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 22:43:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>OH!!  Yet another kick in the pants!!!!!!!!!! Your synchronicity is too much. I think we have the same perfectionist disorder/brakes on or whatever you want to call it!!!!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>OH!!  Yet another kick in the pants!!!!!!!!!! Your synchronicity is too much. I think we have the same perfectionist disorder/brakes on or whatever you want to call it!!!!!</p>
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