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	<title>Comments on: After Shock</title>
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	<description>From The Ground Up Thought</description>
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		<title>By: marketingforlawyers</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Oct 2008 04:40:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>oooohhhh - I am so looking forward to the rest of the posts in this series.   I think you are so right!  So I think you are saying that we have to allow life to shatter us in order to grow, for that new growth to come forth...so that means that being shattered is not to be feared (not really to be welcomed either) but accepted with an open heart.

I lost everything (family, friends, career, savings, health) in my life about 7 years ago, and that small "specialness so tender" for me was a desire to love more, to stop being alone.  I'm now married, stepmother to 4, writing a book, only by following that faint whiff of softness and newness.

You speak a hopeful truth...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>oooohhhh - I am so looking forward to the rest of the posts in this series.   I think you are so right!  So I think you are saying that we have to allow life to shatter us in order to grow, for that new growth to come forth&#8230;so that means that being shattered is not to be feared (not really to be welcomed either) but accepted with an open heart.</p>
<p>I lost everything (family, friends, career, savings, health) in my life about 7 years ago, and that small &#8220;specialness so tender&#8221; for me was a desire to love more, to stop being alone.  I&#8217;m now married, stepmother to 4, writing a book, only by following that faint whiff of softness and newness.</p>
<p>You speak a hopeful truth&#8230;</p>
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