<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123507346649841877.post7670342536589909320..comments</id><updated>2009-11-20T17:13:36.355Z</updated><title type='text'>Comments on A Year From Oak Cottage: The Journey . . .</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/feeds/7670342536589909320/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/7670342536589909320/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/2009/11/journey.html'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00407913432222377267</uri><email>MarieAliceJoan@aol.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123507346649841877.post-6573238752478439222</id><published>2009-11-20T17:13:36.355Z</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:13:36.355Z</updated><title type='text'>This is a powerful story indeed, and a great remin...</title><content type='html'>This is a powerful story indeed, and a great reminder to me to slow down.  I try to be like the father, and am much better at it than I used to be, but I still act like the son a lot more of the time than I would like to believe.&lt;br /&gt;Is it okay if I use this story on my blog too (I will give you the credit)?</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/7670342536589909320/comments/default/6573238752478439222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/7670342536589909320/comments/default/6573238752478439222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/2009/11/journey.html?showComment=1258737216355#c6573238752478439222' title=''/><author><name>Great-Granny Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00984367859984906071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13764153614063593815'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/2009/11/journey.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123507346649841877.post-7670342536589909320' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/posts/default/7670342536589909320' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123507346649841877.post-3711734685138100625</id><published>2009-11-12T17:03:08.479Z</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:03:08.479Z</updated><title type='text'>What a powerful story. If it is o.k. with you I wi...</title><content type='html'>What a powerful story. If it is o.k. with you I will save it away in my talk resources. I think this is one our YW could relate to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love pnj and will try this French toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must rush off to the Kaiser lab this morn. They want me to make an early morning donation...So I must say goodbye ...have a great Thurs and Fri and then you will be at the weekend...YEAH...hugs, Lura</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/7670342536589909320/comments/default/3711734685138100625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/7670342536589909320/comments/default/3711734685138100625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/2009/11/journey.html?showComment=1258045388479#c3711734685138100625' title=''/><author><name>Grammy Staffy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02574485995391510872</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05385799184591130163'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/2009/11/journey.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123507346649841877.post-7670342536589909320' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/posts/default/7670342536589909320' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123507346649841877.post-3385802255786131060</id><published>2009-11-12T03:51:01.433Z</published><updated>2009-11-12T03:51:01.433Z</updated><title type='text'>What a story, Marie!  And what lovely looking pean...</title><content type='html'>What a story, Marie!  And what lovely looking peanut butter &amp;amp; jam french toast!  Must try it.  (I had peanut butter soup tonight for supper -- sooo yummy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come by my blog on Nov 12th because I have a blog award for you.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/7670342536589909320/comments/default/3385802255786131060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/7670342536589909320/comments/default/3385802255786131060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/2009/11/journey.html?showComment=1257997861433#c3385802255786131060' title=''/><author><name>Sandy aka Doris the Great</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16135704111702244735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12496617999481168304'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/2009/11/journey.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123507346649841877.post-7670342536589909320' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/posts/default/7670342536589909320' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123507346649841877.post-8635143505962637013</id><published>2009-11-12T03:20:50.189Z</published><updated>2009-11-12T03:20:50.189Z</updated><title type='text'>whoa, i've never read that story before, i didn't ...</title><content type='html'>whoa, i&amp;#39;ve never read that story before, i didn&amp;#39;t expect that ending! really puts things in perspective, doesn&amp;#39;t it? thank you for sharing it today marie!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/7670342536589909320/comments/default/8635143505962637013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/7670342536589909320/comments/default/8635143505962637013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/2009/11/journey.html?showComment=1257996050189#c8635143505962637013' title=''/><author><name>hoLLy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08289601675849194987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05583412486540422600'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/2009/11/journey.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123507346649841877.post-7670342536589909320' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/posts/default/7670342536589909320' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123507346649841877.post-5994586672421724229</id><published>2009-11-11T21:10:49.837Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:10:49.837Z</updated><title type='text'>Hi Marie!  Er - nah - I think I'll let someone els...</title><content type='html'>Hi Marie!  Er - nah - I think I&amp;#39;ll let someone else try this.  In my typicAl English way I csnnot imagine EVER eating peanut butter of any kind, much less with jam on ((((shudder)))).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, Angie, xx</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/7670342536589909320/comments/default/5994586672421724229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/7670342536589909320/comments/default/5994586672421724229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/2009/11/journey.html?showComment=1257973849837#c5994586672421724229' title=''/><author><name>Angie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10015569343069499036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10614508604262454901'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/2009/11/journey.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123507346649841877.post-7670342536589909320' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/posts/default/7670342536589909320' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123507346649841877.post-2714817986238098429</id><published>2009-11-11T19:46:09.557Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:46:09.557Z</updated><title type='text'>You made this just for me, didn't you?  :)</title><content type='html'>You made this just for me, didn&amp;#39;t you?  :)</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/7670342536589909320/comments/default/2714817986238098429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/7670342536589909320/comments/default/2714817986238098429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/2009/11/journey.html?showComment=1257968769557#c2714817986238098429' title=''/><author><name>The Blonde Duck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00085499120024055465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/2009/11/journey.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123507346649841877.post-7670342536589909320' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/posts/default/7670342536589909320' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123507346649841877.post-7724159107026323222</id><published>2009-11-11T18:32:23.343Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T18:32:23.343Z</updated><title type='text'>Thank-you for that story, Marie--as always, just p...</title><content type='html'>Thank-you for that story, Marie--as always, just perfect.  So important to remember to enjoy the journey--my husband has to remind me often...but I DO love to stop and notice nature, smell the roses...sometimes, however, I let schedules--or other people&amp;#39;s schedules--rush me.  I&amp;#39;ll try not to do that today!  The toasted PB&amp;amp;Js look amazing!  My daughters will love that!  Thanks for sharing so many lovely things with us,Marie!  Love to you, Julie</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/7670342536589909320/comments/default/7724159107026323222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/7670342536589909320/comments/default/7724159107026323222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/2009/11/journey.html?showComment=1257964343343#c7724159107026323222' title=''/><author><name>Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14391141234861745875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02521005529808245761'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/2009/11/journey.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123507346649841877.post-7670342536589909320' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/posts/default/7670342536589909320' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123507346649841877.post-7178891766073286779</id><published>2009-11-11T16:44:40.350Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:44:40.350Z</updated><title type='text'>Great story..wow! Never heard of P.&amp; J. grilled sa...</title><content type='html'>Great story..wow! Never heard of P.&amp;amp; J. grilled sands.~~But I love grilled cheese french toast with syrup...Nummy! Have a good day :D</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/7670342536589909320/comments/default/7178891766073286779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/7670342536589909320/comments/default/7178891766073286779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/2009/11/journey.html?showComment=1257957880350#c7178891766073286779' title=''/><author><name>Julie Harward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05246850029056713294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10871297689456543676'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/2009/11/journey.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123507346649841877.post-7670342536589909320' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/posts/default/7670342536589909320' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123507346649841877.post-8314420478666735300</id><published>2009-11-11T14:28:22.147Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:28:22.147Z</updated><title type='text'>Great, great story!! LOVE IT!  
Funny thing....I h...</title><content type='html'>Great, great story!! LOVE IT!  &lt;br /&gt;Funny thing....I have toasted peanut butter and jam sandwich EVERY morning for breakfast!!!  Made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;Sandra</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/7670342536589909320/comments/default/8314420478666735300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/7670342536589909320/comments/default/8314420478666735300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/2009/11/journey.html?showComment=1257949702147#c8314420478666735300' title=''/><author><name>Small House</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04439442850132563423</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/2009/11/journey.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123507346649841877.post-7670342536589909320' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/posts/default/7670342536589909320' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123507346649841877.post-2252148238844898345</id><published>2009-11-11T13:08:25.202Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:08:25.202Z</updated><title type='text'>I love this story!  I am both the father and the s...</title><content type='html'>I love this story!  I am both the father and the son.  Today I go to the temple.  I will be the father today.  Thank you for the lesson. I need it.  All too often I am the son, hurrying and thinking of shortcuts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will make your banana croissant bread pudding.  Finally, the croissants are stale!!  My family can&amp;#39;t wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let you know how it turns out.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/7670342536589909320/comments/default/2252148238844898345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/7670342536589909320/comments/default/2252148238844898345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/2009/11/journey.html?showComment=1257944905202#c2252148238844898345' title=''/><author><name>Grandma Kris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07954841485928559561</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/2009/11/journey.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123507346649841877.post-7670342536589909320' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/posts/default/7670342536589909320' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123507346649841877.post-2002752911549833435</id><published>2009-11-11T12:27:46.674Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:27:46.674Z</updated><title type='text'>That story does give one the goose bumps.  But it ...</title><content type='html'>That story does give one the goose bumps.  But it is so true.  There is a reasons for everything that happens in our world and to take the time to cherish family, to watch the beauty of nature and to help others is part of the plan too.  More and more I&amp;#39;m taking the time to slow down and watch for the blessings that come my way.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/7670342536589909320/comments/default/2002752911549833435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/7670342536589909320/comments/default/2002752911549833435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/2009/11/journey.html?showComment=1257942466674#c2002752911549833435' title=''/><author><name>I'm mostly known as 'MA'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12107548726472541669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/2009/11/journey.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123507346649841877.post-7670342536589909320' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/posts/default/7670342536589909320' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123507346649841877.post-6408208187609330496</id><published>2009-11-11T10:40:42.315Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T10:40:42.315Z</updated><title type='text'>I've been both the son &amp; the father.  Sometimes I'...</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;ve been both the son &amp;amp; the father.  Sometimes I&amp;#39;m both in the same day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for sharing that story.  A neat thing to think about on Remembrance Day.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/7670342536589909320/comments/default/6408208187609330496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/7670342536589909320/comments/default/6408208187609330496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/2009/11/journey.html?showComment=1257936042315#c6408208187609330496' title=''/><author><name>Starr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07786991087520864962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/2009/11/journey.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123507346649841877.post-7670342536589909320' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/posts/default/7670342536589909320' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123507346649841877.post-5116098500979741780</id><published>2009-11-11T08:36:30.071Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:36:30.071Z</updated><title type='text'>Powerful... It's 2:30AM in my part of the States. ...</title><content type='html'>Powerful... It&amp;#39;s 2:30AM in my part of the States. I can&amp;#39;t sleep - my cousin, we grew up close, he died last night. He lost his 10+ year battle with lupus. I rush so much and have been thinking lately that it really is meaningless...I need to live each day more in the moment. Your recent posts have struck a nerve with me and I have enjoyed them more than you can ever know...</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/7670342536589909320/comments/default/5116098500979741780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/7670342536589909320/comments/default/5116098500979741780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/2009/11/journey.html?showComment=1257928590071#c5116098500979741780' title=''/><author><name>the American Girl</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.ayearfromoakcottage.com/2009/11/journey.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123507346649841877.post-7670342536589909320' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6123507346649841877/posts/default/7670342536589909320' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>