<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0">

<channel>
	<title>Lisa Illichmann</title>
	
	<link>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog</link>
	<description>Communication and Performance Enhancement</description>
	<lastBuildDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 19:03:10 +0000</lastBuildDate>
	<generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.5</generator>
	<language>en</language>
	<sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod>
	<sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency>
			<atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LisaIllichmann" /><feedburner:info uri="lisaillichmann" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>LisaIllichmann</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><item>
		<title>Thanks for reading my stories</title>
		<link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LisaIllichmann/~3/5WG4LKKF_ug/thanks-for-reading-my-stories</link>
		<comments>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/thanks-for-reading-my-stories#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Feb 2010 05:50:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lisa</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[focus]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[mindset]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/?p=1460</guid>
		<description>All good things must come to an end, as somebody (I don’t know who) once said, and in this spirit, my stories too must come to one.
It’s been a year since I first sat down at my computer and typed the words ‘My New Glasses…’ . These words marked the innocent beginning of a year [...]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LisaIllichmann/~4/5WG4LKKF_ug" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
		<wfw:commentRss>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/thanks-for-reading-my-stories/feed</wfw:commentRss>
		<slash:comments>12</slash:comments>
		<feedburner:origLink>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/thanks-for-reading-my-stories</feedburner:origLink></item>
		<item>
		<title>Gin Rummy</title>
		<link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LisaIllichmann/~3/AsUITQNESTg/gin-rummygin-romme</link>
		<comments>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/gin-rummygin-romme#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Feb 2010 06:05:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lisa</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[chances]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[success]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/?p=1451</guid>
		<description>I had just finished my last appointment and it was late. Evening was already falling crisply as I left the building and walked to my car. A light breeze caught in my hair as I went, ruffling my bangs with the cool scent of humus. It was only February and we still had snow, but [...]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LisaIllichmann/~4/AsUITQNESTg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
		<wfw:commentRss>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/gin-rummygin-romme/feed</wfw:commentRss>
		<slash:comments>8</slash:comments>
		<feedburner:origLink>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/gin-rummygin-romme</feedburner:origLink></item>
		<item>
		<title>Cluttered Closets</title>
		<link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LisaIllichmann/~3/1KTlMWEhHM4/cluttered-closets</link>
		<comments>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/cluttered-closets#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 05:14:21 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lisa</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[beliefs]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[change]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[clutter]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/?p=1441</guid>
		<description>‘I have nothing to wear! I can’t believe it! ‘
I stomped out of my bedroom, glaring at my closet as I passed. I had an important appointment and had nothing to wear. How frustrating! And it was an important appointment, too. I had been invited to present my workshops at a large company in Vienna [...]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LisaIllichmann/~4/1KTlMWEhHM4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
		<wfw:commentRss>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/cluttered-closets/feed</wfw:commentRss>
		<slash:comments>4</slash:comments>
		<feedburner:origLink>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/cluttered-closets</feedburner:origLink></item>
		<item>
		<title>Tea Time</title>
		<link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LisaIllichmann/~3/omYaTPP1ad4/tea-time</link>
		<comments>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/tea-time#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 05:04:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lisa</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[enjoyment]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fulfillment]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[happiness]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[horses]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/?p=1408</guid>
		<description>The wind whipped my hair back and whistled in my ears as we came round the last bend. Udo was already breathing hard, but he hadn’t slowed down a bit. He knew this stretch. He knew that we still had a few hundred meters or so before we reached the top of the hill and [...]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LisaIllichmann/~4/omYaTPP1ad4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
		<wfw:commentRss>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/tea-time/feed</wfw:commentRss>
		<slash:comments>12</slash:comments>
		<feedburner:origLink>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/tea-time</feedburner:origLink></item>
		<item>
		<title>Of Hands and Marbles</title>
		<link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LisaIllichmann/~3/5TWjmdDxTV4/of-hands-and-marbles</link>
		<comments>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/of-hands-and-marbles#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Jan 2010 05:07:01 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lisa</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[letting go]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/?p=1396</guid>
		<description>I was visiting a friend the other day to do some catching up. Sylvia and I hadn’t seen each other in quite a while, so I was looking forward to seeing her again and hearing about happenings. I was also looking forward to seeing her little boy, Andreas. He had turned 3 since the last [...]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LisaIllichmann/~4/5TWjmdDxTV4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
		<wfw:commentRss>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/of-hands-and-marbles/feed</wfw:commentRss>
		<slash:comments>15</slash:comments>
		<feedburner:origLink>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/of-hands-and-marbles</feedburner:origLink></item>
		<item>
		<title>Fields in Winter</title>
		<link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LisaIllichmann/~3/5I4CTFNRFtY/fields-in-winter</link>
		<comments>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/fields-in-winter#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 11 Jan 2010 05:39:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lisa</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fear]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[surviving]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/?p=1385</guid>
		<description>My car slipped around the corner as if I were driving on soap and glided gracefully to the left and then to the right as I attempted to stay in my lane, or at least on my side of the road. I wasn’t being particular, but I did want to survive. Fortunately, I was pretty [...]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LisaIllichmann/~4/5I4CTFNRFtY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
		<wfw:commentRss>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/fields-in-winter/feed</wfw:commentRss>
		<slash:comments>2</slash:comments>
		<feedburner:origLink>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/fields-in-winter</feedburner:origLink></item>
		<item>
		<title>My Rose Bush</title>
		<link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LisaIllichmann/~3/xH2YIUo3VPs/my-rose-bush</link>
		<comments>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/my-rose-bush#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 04 Jan 2010 05:29:24 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lisa</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[focus]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[perspective]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/?p=1372</guid>
		<description>It was a beautiful, azure blue sky that smiled down on me as I walked out of the gardening store with my potted rose bush. I was tired of winter, now that Xmas had come and gone. I was looking forward to spring and although the sky was blue, the temperatures were still not very [...]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LisaIllichmann/~4/xH2YIUo3VPs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
		<wfw:commentRss>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/my-rose-bush/feed</wfw:commentRss>
		<slash:comments>9</slash:comments>
		<feedburner:origLink>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/my-rose-bush</feedburner:origLink></item>
		<item>
		<title>The Winter Walk</title>
		<link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LisaIllichmann/~3/hOeiK90jWuw/the-winter-walk</link>
		<comments>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/the-winter-walk#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 07:03:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lisa</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[challenges]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fear]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[patience]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/?p=1362</guid>
		<description>It was cold as I walked. Freezing cold.  The wind bit into my skin like icy teeth and cut through my thermal trousers as if they were silk pajamas. I shivered and pulled my jacket tighter around me. Even my ultra-thick high-tech down jacket was no match for the chill, because, unfortunately, it couldn’t cover [...]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LisaIllichmann/~4/hOeiK90jWuw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
		<wfw:commentRss>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/the-winter-walk/feed</wfw:commentRss>
		<slash:comments>6</slash:comments>
		<feedburner:origLink>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/the-winter-walk</feedburner:origLink></item>
		<item>
		<title>Bump in the Night</title>
		<link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LisaIllichmann/~3/lsD-6pjLIKE/bump-in-the-night</link>
		<comments>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/bump-in-the-night#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 05:52:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lisa</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[fear]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[patience]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/?p=1342</guid>
		<description>It was the middle of the night when I heard it. It was a strange sort of noise, the kind you don’t expect to hear in the middle of the night. A scratching, almost pawing sort of a noise. Definitely out of place.
There it was again.
I shot to an upright sitting position in my bed; [...]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LisaIllichmann/~4/lsD-6pjLIKE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
		<wfw:commentRss>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/bump-in-the-night/feed</wfw:commentRss>
		<slash:comments>13</slash:comments>
		<feedburner:origLink>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/bump-in-the-night</feedburner:origLink></item>
		<item>
		<title>Life’s Highways</title>
		<link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LisaIllichmann/~3/VOVAQftaabs/lifes-highways</link>
		<comments>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/lifes-highways#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 05:46:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lisa</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Stories]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[attention]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[change]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[focus]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[habit]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/?p=1327</guid>
		<description>It was a cold morning and the brisk wind cut into my face as I locked the door behind me. I was glad to have my down jacket and fur lined boots on. Maybe I didn’t look very business-like, but I was warm. Well, at least parts of me were. I tucked my briefcase under [...]&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LisaIllichmann/~4/VOVAQftaabs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description>
		<wfw:commentRss>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/lifes-highways/feed</wfw:commentRss>
		<slash:comments>7</slash:comments>
		<feedburner:origLink>http://www.lisaillichmann.com/lisablog/lang/en/lifes-highways</feedburner:origLink></item>
	</channel>
</rss>
