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		<title>By: sunada</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 05:24:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi Nora,
Thank you for sharing your thoughts! You clearly get what Sogyal Rimpoche is talking about. I guess cemetaries in particular include all the stories of the people buried there, which adds to the mystery of the place. I hadn&#039;t thought of it that way.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Nora,<br />
Thank you for sharing your thoughts! You clearly get what Sogyal Rimpoche is talking about. I guess cemetaries in particular include all the stories of the people buried there, which adds to the mystery of the place. I hadn&#8217;t thought of it that way.</p>
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		<title>By: Nora Tribys</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 19:05:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I live in a rural area, so nature is very easy for me to come by - I just walk out my door, or to the lake, or go a few miles inland and be in the forest, but what I have found, always, whether it be in a rural or urban area, that cemeteries are remarkable &quot;nature&quot; places.  In urban cemeteries, I have always noted that once you walk though its gates, the world transforms, and you are IN nature, and IN a place that reminds you that we are all but flicks, feathers, in an enormous world that we don&#039;t understand, necessarily, but profoundly affected by, just as one is by walking into a Redwood forest.  All the dead people lying there, loved, and unloved, are monumental, extraordinary!  I was recently in Oregon, and I was in two cemeteries, one out in the boonies and the other in a more settled area, but in each case, I realized a profound sense of Being. I would like to insert a couple of photos I took, but I don&#039;t think I can.  One of which was so important to me, was a beautiful stone sculpture/headstone of a tree, with all kinds of elaborate decorations of ferns and birds, of a man who died as a lumberjack at the age of 30 in 1894.  The same year that a government imposed a ban on the open use of the Lithuanian language.  This man died in Oregon making America that year and a language was tried to be killed on the other side of the world, but both live, really.
Thank you Sunada, for your thoughtfullness.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I live in a rural area, so nature is very easy for me to come by &#8211; I just walk out my door, or to the lake, or go a few miles inland and be in the forest, but what I have found, always, whether it be in a rural or urban area, that cemeteries are remarkable &#8220;nature&#8221; places.  In urban cemeteries, I have always noted that once you walk though its gates, the world transforms, and you are IN nature, and IN a place that reminds you that we are all but flicks, feathers, in an enormous world that we don&#8217;t understand, necessarily, but profoundly affected by, just as one is by walking into a Redwood forest.  All the dead people lying there, loved, and unloved, are monumental, extraordinary!  I was recently in Oregon, and I was in two cemeteries, one out in the boonies and the other in a more settled area, but in each case, I realized a profound sense of Being. I would like to insert a couple of photos I took, but I don&#8217;t think I can.  One of which was so important to me, was a beautiful stone sculpture/headstone of a tree, with all kinds of elaborate decorations of ferns and birds, of a man who died as a lumberjack at the age of 30 in 1894.  The same year that a government imposed a ban on the open use of the Lithuanian language.  This man died in Oregon making America that year and a language was tried to be killed on the other side of the world, but both live, really.<br />
Thank you Sunada, for your thoughtfullness.</p>
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