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	<title>Comments on: Marigold Path Grid Blog: Learning a new way to see</title>
	<link>http://www.kristinnoelle.com/2006/11/01/marigold-path-grid-blog-learning-a-new-way-to-see/</link>
	<description>uncovering life's layers, exploring truth's terrain...</description>
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		<title>by: Kristin</title>
		<link>http://www.kristinnoelle.com/2006/11/01/marigold-path-grid-blog-learning-a-new-way-to-see/#comment-1504</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Nov 2006 04:27:50 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>Yes, I'd love to hear more, Michael.  Maybe sometime we'll get a chance to talk.  I remember feeling afraid of the goths I saw from afar, but didn't really know what they were about.  Your description sounds a lot like I felt a lot of the time--nourished by sad music and gothic literature.  Was there anything more...sinister...going on in these groups??  I'm continually amazed at how many worlds there are on this planet, and how few of them I know about!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yes, I&#8217;d love to hear more, Michael.  Maybe sometime we&#8217;ll get a chance to talk.  I remember feeling afraid of the goths I saw from afar, but didn&#8217;t really know what they were about.  Your description sounds a lot like I felt a lot of the time&#8211;nourished by sad music and gothic literature.  Was there anything more&#8230;sinister&#8230;going on in these groups??  I&#8217;m continually amazed at how many worlds there are on this planet, and how few of them I know about!
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		<title>by: michael funk deckard</title>
		<link>http://www.kristinnoelle.com/2006/11/01/marigold-path-grid-blog-learning-a-new-way-to-see/#comment-1501</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Nov 2006 01:56:19 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.kristinnoelle.com/2006/11/01/marigold-path-grid-blog-learning-a-new-way-to-see/#comment-1501</guid>
					<description>the answer to that question would require a novel in itself, one that i've thought of writing and started when i was 16, but abandoned it long ago. briefly, it's someone who usually wears all or lots of black, listens to lots of depressing music (although i find it happy) like the cure and dead can dance and generally likes to read 19th century 'gothic' literature (for example, bronte's *wuthering heights*, shelley's *frankenstein*, anything by charlotte lennox, dostoyevsky's 'notes from the underground' (my particular favourite)), but this is just one possible interpretation. each goth might define themselves differently and i'm sure a lot has changed since the late-1980s and early-1990s when i was a goth. But i still like the music and the literature! maybe someday we can talk about it in person since Julianne and I will be spending a lot of time on the west coast sometime in the future.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>the answer to that question would require a novel in itself, one that i&#8217;ve thought of writing and started when i was 16, but abandoned it long ago. briefly, it&#8217;s someone who usually wears all or lots of black, listens to lots of depressing music (although i find it happy) like the cure and dead can dance and generally likes to read 19th century &#8216;gothic&#8217; literature (for example, bronte&#8217;s *wuthering heights*, shelley&#8217;s *frankenstein*, anything by charlotte lennox, dostoyevsky&#8217;s &#8216;notes from the underground&#8217; (my particular favourite)), but this is just one possible interpretation. each goth might define themselves differently and i&#8217;m sure a lot has changed since the late-1980s and early-1990s when i was a goth. But i still like the music and the literature! maybe someday we can talk about it in person since Julianne and I will be spending a lot of time on the west coast sometime in the future.
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		<title>by: Kristin</title>
		<link>http://www.kristinnoelle.com/2006/11/01/marigold-path-grid-blog-learning-a-new-way-to-see/#comment-1499</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Nov 2006 04:35:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.kristinnoelle.com/2006/11/01/marigold-path-grid-blog-learning-a-new-way-to-see/#comment-1499</guid>
					<description>Christine, yes, you're surely right:  death also has an inner luminosity.  Such a mystery all of this is!

Amy, welcome.  A pleasure to have you here.

Michael--very strange indeed.  You have me curious:  what does it mean to be a goth?  I know practically nothing about this.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Christine, yes, you&#8217;re surely right:  death also has an inner luminosity.  Such a mystery all of this is!</p>
<p>Amy, welcome.  A pleasure to have you here.</p>
<p>Michael&#8211;very strange indeed.  You have me curious:  what does it mean to be a goth?  I know practically nothing about this.
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		<title>by: michael funk deckard</title>
		<link>http://www.kristinnoelle.com/2006/11/01/marigold-path-grid-blog-learning-a-new-way-to-see/#comment-1498</link>
		<pubDate>Thu, 02 Nov 2006 03:12:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.kristinnoelle.com/2006/11/01/marigold-path-grid-blog-learning-a-new-way-to-see/#comment-1498</guid>
					<description>your timing always amazes me. i've never had anyone close to me die (yet i was a goth--supposedly into death-- as a teenager). a bunch of people recommended to me that i watch this show "six feet under." tonight i watched the first episode then i read your blog? is this a coincidence? death is a strange sort of light if it is a light.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>your timing always amazes me. i&#8217;ve never had anyone close to me die (yet i was a goth&#8211;supposedly into death&#8211; as a teenager). a bunch of people recommended to me that i watch this show &#8220;six feet under.&#8221; tonight i watched the first episode then i read your blog? is this a coincidence? death is a strange sort of light if it is a light.
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		<title>by: amy a.</title>
		<link>http://www.kristinnoelle.com/2006/11/01/marigold-path-grid-blog-learning-a-new-way-to-see/#comment-1497</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Nov 2006 22:43:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.kristinnoelle.com/2006/11/01/marigold-path-grid-blog-learning-a-new-way-to-see/#comment-1497</guid>
					<description>How wonderful to be remembered as laughing and light and fun.  Thanks for your story.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>How wonderful to be remembered as laughing and light and fun.  Thanks for your story.
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		<title>by: Sacred Art of Living</title>
		<link>http://www.kristinnoelle.com/2006/11/01/marigold-path-grid-blog-learning-a-new-way-to-see/#comment-1496</link>
		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Nov 2006 20:04:44 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.kristinnoelle.com/2006/11/01/marigold-path-grid-blog-learning-a-new-way-to-see/#comment-1496</guid>
					<description>So very beautiful Kristin, thank you for sharing these memories and the grid blog.  I especially loved the image of your father receiving the news and then this line: "Death is a fluorescent bulb sometimes, chasing away the subtleties, the filters, the mists that often hide the things we don’t want to see: unanticipated darknesses, dads weeping, beloved things getting taken away."  That expresses it perfectly, having held death in my arms twice now.  And yet death also has a inner luminousness to it, more subtle than that of flourescence.  I love that our tradition honors those soul connections that have become so deeply etched within us.  Blessings, Christine</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So very beautiful Kristin, thank you for sharing these memories and the grid blog.  I especially loved the image of your father receiving the news and then this line: &#8220;Death is a fluorescent bulb sometimes, chasing away the subtleties, the filters, the mists that often hide the things we don’t want to see: unanticipated darknesses, dads weeping, beloved things getting taken away.&#8221;  That expresses it perfectly, having held death in my arms twice now.  And yet death also has a inner luminousness to it, more subtle than that of flourescence.  I love that our tradition honors those soul connections that have become so deeply etched within us.  Blessings, Christine
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