<?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/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663493</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:26:09.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blinded</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinruth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663493/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinruth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Caitlin Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321971741560523344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663493.post-116880877538828279</id><published>2007-01-14T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T14:06:15.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crystals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/951/1084/1600/379319/PIC_1078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/951/1084/320/318753/PIC_1078.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/951/1084/1600/973291/PIC_1062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/951/1084/200/689449/PIC_1062.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow.&lt;br /&gt;I love it. I rarely see it but this year I got to bask in it, like a white, fluffy blanket.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663493-116880877538828279?l=caitlinruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinruth.blogspot.com/feeds/116880877538828279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663493&amp;postID=116880877538828279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663493/posts/default/116880877538828279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663493/posts/default/116880877538828279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinruth.blogspot.com/2007/01/crystals.html' title='crystals'/><author><name>Caitlin Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321971741560523344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663493.post-116277332242091114</id><published>2006-11-05T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:46:20.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one fine day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="258" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/951/1084/320/Cait%20and%20Brad%20engaged.1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One Friday night, I went for a lovely, star-lit walk with my wonderful boy, and on that same night, he got down on one knee and asked me to be his wife. My answer? "Of course!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663493-116277332242091114?l=caitlinruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinruth.blogspot.com/feeds/116277332242091114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663493&amp;postID=116277332242091114' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663493/posts/default/116277332242091114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663493/posts/default/116277332242091114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinruth.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-fine-day.html' title='one fine day'/><author><name>Caitlin Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321971741560523344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663493.post-116127966661110658</id><published>2006-10-19T11:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T11:41:06.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Growing Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/951/1084/1600/Nathan018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/951/1084/320/Nathan018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Patricia and Nathan!&lt;br /&gt;Yes...I am an auntie and yes, I do have a nephew.&lt;br /&gt;Nathan Elliot Boldt. I'm excited to play basketball and freeze mini donuts with him.&lt;br /&gt;one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663493-116127966661110658?l=caitlinruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinruth.blogspot.com/feeds/116127966661110658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663493&amp;postID=116127966661110658' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663493/posts/default/116127966661110658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663493/posts/default/116127966661110658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinruth.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-growing-family.html' title='My Growing Family'/><author><name>Caitlin Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321971741560523344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663493.post-115316363996274677</id><published>2006-07-17T13:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T13:13:59.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>fridge magnets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/951/1084/1600/race.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/951/1084/320/race.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mother never used honey in juice, but was drunk as diamonds and lovely as pink. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663493-115316363996274677?l=caitlinruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinruth.blogspot.com/feeds/115316363996274677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663493&amp;postID=115316363996274677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663493/posts/default/115316363996274677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663493/posts/default/115316363996274677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinruth.blogspot.com/2006/07/fridge-magnets.html' title='fridge magnets'/><author><name>Caitlin Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321971741560523344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663493.post-114988521521529790</id><published>2006-06-09T14:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T21:33:57.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>things that are tedious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wedding showers for other people &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trying to keep your keyboard free of &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crumbs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every day at work sweeping a white kitchen floor counting pennies pulling apart split ends dusting vents &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;peeling garlic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663493-114988521521529790?l=caitlinruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinruth.blogspot.com/feeds/114988521521529790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663493&amp;postID=114988521521529790' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663493/posts/default/114988521521529790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663493/posts/default/114988521521529790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinruth.blogspot.com/2006/06/things-that-are-tedious.html' title='things that are tedious'/><author><name>Caitlin Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321971741560523344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663493.post-114626895094549070</id><published>2006-04-28T17:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T12:22:49.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The monologues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mono&lt;/strong&gt; 1. (disease) - actually it's a virus, and it is basically the training torment before anything else drastic comes in my life, which means anything that can top this &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; to be pregnancy. Who would expect mono? Especially at a time like this where choir tour, the homecoming of my favourite sister and the departure of my beloved friends are all taking place. Sadly, California will have to wait to bear the presence of Caitlin Ruth Meller. It wouldn't be so bad if I had the energy to accomplish tasks, such as walking up &lt;strong&gt;stairs&lt;/strong&gt;, but even that leaves me heaving and &lt;strong&gt;gasping &lt;/strong&gt;for air. I guess I'll have to broaden my mind and read books by Charles Keating, or about the emptiness of Mennonitism. Mennonitism? Is that a word? Of course I can always fill my time by looking at wedding magazines, &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;because &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; buy them but because there always seems to be an abundance of them around our house...thanks to my mother's undying fetish. (Secretly we all love it and wish we had our own little&lt;strong&gt; obsession&lt;/strong&gt; and the money to fulfill it.) No, I think I will tan today. I'm white as a softball and I have to keep up with my Californian boy. My mother found two &lt;strong&gt;ticks&lt;/strong&gt; on her today, that made me nervous and want to jump in the tub. Perhaps I'll do that now, I don't want to have a fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663493-114626895094549070?l=caitlinruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinruth.blogspot.com/feeds/114626895094549070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663493&amp;postID=114626895094549070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663493/posts/default/114626895094549070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663493/posts/default/114626895094549070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinruth.blogspot.com/2006/04/monologues.html' title='The monologues'/><author><name>Caitlin Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321971741560523344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663493.post-114273711270633902</id><published>2006-03-18T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T10:34:51.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>butterflies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/951/1084/1600/I%20love%20cake%20011.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/951/1084/320/I%20love%20cake%20011.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;High, running wild among all the stars above; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes it's hard to believe you are here with me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;J.Blunt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663493-114273711270633902?l=caitlinruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinruth.blogspot.com/feeds/114273711270633902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663493&amp;postID=114273711270633902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663493/posts/default/114273711270633902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663493/posts/default/114273711270633902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinruth.blogspot.com/2006/03/butterflies.html' title='butterflies'/><author><name>Caitlin Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321971741560523344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663493.post-113598460846468332</id><published>2005-12-30T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T16:16:48.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sense and Sensibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The more I know of the world, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I require so much! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;                                                                                     -Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663493-113598460846468332?l=caitlinruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinruth.blogspot.com/feeds/113598460846468332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663493&amp;postID=113598460846468332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663493/posts/default/113598460846468332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663493/posts/default/113598460846468332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinruth.blogspot.com/2005/12/sense-and-sensibility.html' title='Sense and Sensibility'/><author><name>Caitlin Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321971741560523344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663493.post-112959563564540266</id><published>2005-10-17T18:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T18:34:50.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;So colourful, so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and unlike any other season because it's memorable. I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; fall...the leaves constantly changing shades but only performing for a few days before finally falling to the ground. What is it about autumn that we all seem to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;adore&lt;/span&gt;? Yet the anticipation of winter&lt;strong&gt; kills&lt;/strong&gt;. Knowing that something is coming, something that literally takes your breath away and makes it impossible to &lt;strong&gt;breathe&lt;/strong&gt; the cold air without it stinging your lungs. But when it finally does arrive and you wake up to a frosty white &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blanket&lt;/span&gt; of snow, you can't help but gasp, smile and state the obvious, "It snowed!".&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye autumn...till we meet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663493-112959563564540266?l=caitlinruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinruth.blogspot.com/feeds/112959563564540266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663493&amp;postID=112959563564540266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663493/posts/default/112959563564540266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663493/posts/default/112959563564540266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinruth.blogspot.com/2005/10/falling_17.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>Caitlin Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321971741560523344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663493.post-112605856889209694</id><published>2005-09-06T20:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T20:05:07.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>take me with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; wish&lt;/span&gt; I knew where I was going. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doomed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be carried of the&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; spirit&lt;/span&gt; into the &lt;strong&gt;wilderness&lt;/strong&gt;, I suppose. I wish I could be more &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;moderate&lt;/span&gt; in my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;desires&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but I cannot, and so there &lt;strong&gt;is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;no rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;- John Muir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663493-112605856889209694?l=caitlinruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinruth.blogspot.com/feeds/112605856889209694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663493&amp;postID=112605856889209694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663493/posts/default/112605856889209694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663493/posts/default/112605856889209694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinruth.blogspot.com/2005/09/take-me-with-you.html' title='take me with you'/><author><name>Caitlin Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321971741560523344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12663493.post-112412433403495297</id><published>2005-08-15T11:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T18:50:25.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Open</title><content type='html'>I will be &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; at nothing, in fact I am surprised at nothing!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that God lets us in on what is actually happening in our lives. For a brief &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;moment&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; finally makes sense, and you smile because you finally feel at &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ease&lt;/span&gt; knowing everything is going to be OK. But then that moment&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; fades&lt;/span&gt; and the idea seems so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;outrageous&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; so&lt;/strong&gt; unbelievable and inprobable that it couldn't possibly be true. Yet there is always that sense of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wonder&lt;/span&gt;, "Could it be &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;? or am I just running &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wild&lt;/span&gt; with my &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;imagination&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;em&gt;crave&lt;/em&gt; to know what God is thinking in&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; moments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; such as these....Could He be playing along or does He really give us a few &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;glorious&lt;/span&gt; seconds of insight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12663493-112412433403495297?l=caitlinruth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinruth.blogspot.com/feeds/112412433403495297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12663493&amp;postID=112412433403495297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663493/posts/default/112412433403495297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12663493/posts/default/112412433403495297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinruth.blogspot.com/2005/08/open.html' title='Open'/><author><name>Caitlin Ruth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02321971741560523344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
