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	<title>Comments on: Only now</title>
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		<title>By: diana</title>
		<link>http://www.francescaamendolia.com/blog/2007/12/11/only-now/comment-page-1/#comment-3235</link>
		<dc:creator>diana</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Dec 2007 14:46:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Last year I felt like I was on a roller-coaster that I couldn&#039;t get off of, one that I knew was going to crash into a solid concrete wall at 180 mph, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. And the terror of the future that I knew was coming was like nothing I&#039;d experienced before.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So it did crash, and I couldn&#039;t stop it, and it blew my life to smithereens for a while, and I&#039;m still picking up the pieces. And probably always will be. But it made me look at what&#039;s left of my life, and sometimes it feels so sweet I can&#039;t even breathe. I never had that before. And I think my mom would have liked that.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Last year I felt like I was on a roller-coaster that I couldn&#8217;t get off of, one that I knew was going to crash into a solid concrete wall at 180 mph, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. And the terror of the future that I knew was coming was like nothing I&#8217;d experienced before.</p>
<p>So it did crash, and I couldn&#8217;t stop it, and it blew my life to smithereens for a while, and I&#8217;m still picking up the pieces. And probably always will be. But it made me look at what&#8217;s left of my life, and sometimes it feels so sweet I can&#8217;t even breathe. I never had that before. And I think my mom would have liked that.</p>
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		<title>By: MizMell</title>
		<link>http://www.francescaamendolia.com/blog/2007/12/11/only-now/comment-page-1/#comment-3234</link>
		<dc:creator>MizMell</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Dec 2007 11:46:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Stay hopeful. Take comfort in the small everyday pleasures that are too easy taken for granted.&lt;br/&gt;Life is truly a gift.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Stay hopeful. Take comfort in the small everyday pleasures that are too easy taken for granted.<br />Life is truly a gift.</p>
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		<title>By: Magpie Ima</title>
		<link>http://www.francescaamendolia.com/blog/2007/12/11/only-now/comment-page-1/#comment-3227</link>
		<dc:creator>Magpie Ima</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2007 19:22:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I hear you about the future.  The older we get the more we (and our loved ones) run into The Bad Stuff.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And that Bad Stuff?  It does pass though always leaving traces behind.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Your blog, your writing, is really a gift.  Thank you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I hear you about the future.  The older we get the more we (and our loved ones) run into The Bad Stuff.  </p>
<p>And that Bad Stuff?  It does pass though always leaving traces behind.  </p>
<p>Your blog, your writing, is really a gift.  Thank you.</p>
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		<title>By: Nick</title>
		<link>http://www.francescaamendolia.com/blog/2007/12/11/only-now/comment-page-1/#comment-3223</link>
		<dc:creator>Nick</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2007 14:16:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Good to see you back though.&lt;br/&gt;love&lt;br/&gt;Nick</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Good to see you back though.<br />love<br />Nick</p>
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		<title>By: Richard</title>
		<link>http://www.francescaamendolia.com/blog/2007/12/11/only-now/comment-page-1/#comment-3222</link>
		<dc:creator>Richard</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2007 10:27:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I once read this at a friend&#039;s funeral. It helped me. Hope it helps you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Lossa love&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;R&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was&lt;br/&gt;Spawning snow and pink roses against it&lt;br/&gt;Soundlessly collateral and incompatible:&lt;br/&gt;World is suddener than we fancy it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;World is crazier and more of it than we think,&lt;br/&gt;Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion&lt;br/&gt;A tangerine and spit the pips and feel&lt;br/&gt;The drunkenness of things being various.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And the fire flames with a bubbling sound for world&lt;br/&gt;Is more spiteful and gay than one supposes -&lt;br/&gt;On the tongue on the eyes on the ears in the palms of one&#039;s hands -&lt;br/&gt;There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I once read this at a friend&#8217;s funeral. It helped me. Hope it helps you.</p>
<p>Lossa love</p>
<p>R</p>
<p>The room was suddenly rich and the great bay-window was<br />Spawning snow and pink roses against it<br />Soundlessly collateral and incompatible:<br />World is suddener than we fancy it.</p>
<p>World is crazier and more of it than we think,<br />Incorrigibly plural. I peel and portion<br />A tangerine and spit the pips and feel<br />The drunkenness of things being various.</p>
<p>And the fire flames with a bubbling sound for world<br />Is more spiteful and gay than one supposes -<br />On the tongue on the eyes on the ears in the palms of one&#8217;s hands -<br />There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses.</p>
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		<title>By: Custancia</title>
		<link>http://www.francescaamendolia.com/blog/2007/12/11/only-now/comment-page-1/#comment-3221</link>
		<dc:creator>Custancia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Dec 2007 09:09:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I know that you are strong enough to get and use the help, love and support you need for you, and all your family to come through this in the best possible way.  Good Luck.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I know that you are strong enough to get and use the help, love and support you need for you, and all your family to come through this in the best possible way.  Good Luck.</p>
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		<title>By: Hope</title>
		<link>http://www.francescaamendolia.com/blog/2007/12/11/only-now/comment-page-1/#comment-3220</link>
		<dc:creator>Hope</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 21:14:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When people go on a journey, I like to tell them &#039;traveling mercies&#039;. It&#039;s a line from an Ann LaMott book. Where she got it I do not know, but what I  am suddenly stricken by just now is how these same words can be for anyone moving forward in time for whom you might want to wish a little light so, traveling merices, mama.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When people go on a journey, I like to tell them &#8216;traveling mercies&#8217;. It&#8217;s a line from an Ann LaMott book. Where she got it I do not know, but what I  am suddenly stricken by just now is how these same words can be for anyone moving forward in time for whom you might want to wish a little light so, traveling merices, mama.</p>
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		<title>By: ~JJ!</title>
		<link>http://www.francescaamendolia.com/blog/2007/12/11/only-now/comment-page-1/#comment-3219</link>
		<dc:creator>~JJ!</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 15:26:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m so sorry.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m so sorry.</p>
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		<title>By: Charlotte</title>
		<link>http://www.francescaamendolia.com/blog/2007/12/11/only-now/comment-page-1/#comment-3218</link>
		<dc:creator>Charlotte</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 05:03:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Take all the rest you need. We&#039;ll still be here when you get back.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I hope in RL you can surround yourself with people who are understanding and very kind to you. I find the hardest thing is to admit when things are bad, but it&#039;s amazing how people rally when I do.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Take all the rest you need. We&#8217;ll still be here when you get back.</p>
<p>I hope in RL you can surround yourself with people who are understanding and very kind to you. I find the hardest thing is to admit when things are bad, but it&#8217;s amazing how people rally when I do.</p>
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		<title>By: alimum</title>
		<link>http://www.francescaamendolia.com/blog/2007/12/11/only-now/comment-page-1/#comment-3217</link>
		<dc:creator>alimum</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 03:49:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have missed you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And I have nothing to say except that I, too, remind myself that all things, good and bad, come to an end.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have missed you.</p>
<p>And I have nothing to say except that I, too, remind myself that all things, good and bad, come to an end.</p>
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