<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913484514897259896</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 19 Dec 2024 03:20:49 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>winter</category><title>Living Buddha, Breathing Zen</title><description>If you think you&#39;re not, you probably are.</description><link>http://breathingzen.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Donna)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913484514897259896.post-2160512363722824498</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Mar 2017 19:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-03-31T15:21:40.471-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">winter</category><title>Winter&#39;s Beauteous Part II</title><atom:summary type="text">Is cabin fever hitting you yet? Ready to break out of your shell of piles of clothing, dry itchy skin, and stale air that sorely needs a door wide open? Ready to go running into the dry salty streets, slushy muddy forest paths, slip on your ass where ice is determined to cling to just where you want to put your foot down? Fear not...change of season is going to happen. Or else we are in a Lion, </atom:summary><link>http://breathingzen.blogspot.com/2017/03/winters-beauteous-part-ii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913484514897259896.post-6239647161940259583</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 01:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-03-31T15:21:53.212-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">winter</category><title>Winter&#39;s Beauty Part 1</title><atom:summary type="text">
Having lived  in New England now over a number of years, I had grown not liking the cold, long, seemingly harsh winters.  But recently, I have had a change of heart.


Someone really close to me despises winter...he doesn&#39;t like snow, ice, the shortening of days, although interestingly enough, he doesn&#39;t mind weather being &quot;cold&quot;. Possibly, it&#39;s just the time of year for him, as many sad things </atom:summary><link>http://breathingzen.blogspot.com/2010/01/winters-beauty-part-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8rOI4i6f4mUR4j0fpVg2WKoXLP8nNbB1utufFrQOaS9Oh21Y0ZVq2fkDFJ5mpF36ocPsJ4PjPMnTWN_dFi_v7ZNh18-YtrMVtl9fl4cmKEsTt2zVTZOnBk6lWq3et5KwXEAG9rPfSWoEM/s72-c/WintersBeautyPart+1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913484514897259896.post-8264993289797478093</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 03:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-25T23:23:00.047-05:00</atom:updated><title>And the winner is....</title><atom:summary type="text">I was driving down the road the other day and it suddenly dawned on me that I had not had one positive thought in the past 10 minutes. I didn&#39;t want to admit, &quot;is it easier to think a negative thought than a positive one?&quot; nor did I want to answer that question.What if, just for one day, you keep a small notepad and pen with you, make two columns, Negative and Positive, and put a scratch mark for</atom:summary><link>http://breathingzen.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-winner-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913484514897259896.post-7344723368558180903</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 00:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-02T20:33:11.388-05:00</atom:updated><title>Feng Shui Soup</title><atom:summary type="text">I seem to be on a roll with soups these days. I gotta get this one down before I forget it! The basics of this recipe are chicken broth, chicken, wild rice, mushrooms, onion, green beans, and parsley.I&#39;m feeling the need for soups because:* it&#39;s getting cold out* soup is cheap* the temps are dropping* I need to save money* it&#39;s soup-eating weather* soup lasts a long time* not sure what else, </atom:summary><link>http://breathingzen.blogspot.com/2009/11/feng-shui-soup.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh68ABVQEqTBJ90Edpm5oOrvUjhsslgM57-XQcic3S8oOhhh8NoGPi0gHfBVZ545MWTmEjc2DgWH3pAfFFOzhMlHSodHMJlCVTn3hI9VTsYU5NROVUzAh7kditrylyuup9mOBOMNnbnL_9U/s72-c/FengShuiSoup.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913484514897259896.post-1733082598244270245</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 01:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-13T09:30:34.675-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Mighty Borscht Soup</title><atom:summary type="text">I perused the internet for a borscht recipe. I so badly wanted to use the chicken stock I had created the night before! What the heck! Waaaay too many rules in a lot of these recipes. Vinegar? What the.... why does one need vinegar in soup? I clean with vinegar. Yes, it works great. Leave it in the cleaning closet for now. And,...OK....pickled onions! And...on chips! As my close friends know me, </atom:summary><link>http://breathingzen.blogspot.com/2010/02/mighty-borscht-soup.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8QwPW6asFuJsAjeVEl6Jb_k4wfDajRTMDEeeFYiFiQGdNjLc3O_2KhA_5OYwD_uv88nPQGG7D-cQs-YiogcojWzG5ASh9lYUHYP6een25aNgjtACQo_DldnHsFjypTth76CTe3ENJys8p/s72-c/MightyBooshSoup.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913484514897259896.post-124885886813087267</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 00:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-26T20:17:31.653-04:00</atom:updated><title>It&#39;s Not About Halloween....</title><atom:summary type="text">...it&#39;s about having fun. I don&#39;t care about why Halloween exists, I just like being creative. This year, I&#39;m throwing out all the why&#39;s of not following traditions; I just want to have fun. Carving pumpkins are fun. Is it wasteful to carve into an item that a culture or someone way far away (or maybe not even) considers a vital food substance? I don&#39;t know how to justify what I&#39;m doing and </atom:summary><link>http://breathingzen.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-not-about-halloween.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj50-XMdJl2FGjlVmJmdLG7insrrs1ChV8GAJ6KFKFARDuPKnv_Xb-idt1PGzHB7qBb33qSg9FCskHJErKdPmZZuGbjzb1XlZs_Lx7b0zPiST3n1gvKin-pEEQ_SIre_WMqkJdg-EB8CEOT/s72-c/my+jack.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913484514897259896.post-6594243472334371360</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 14:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-05T10:54:13.626-04:00</atom:updated><title>At the End</title><atom:summary type="text">Today I found myself reading the obituaries. I have never done this. I am impressed by what our older generation did in their lives... for themselves, their families, for us:Gunners Mate First ClassSearch and Rescuesugarmakerfarmerhouse paintervolunteer firemanmother&quot;old bottle&quot; digger/collectorgrandfathercat lovermilk inspector...How do you want your obituary to read?</atom:summary><link>http://breathingzen.blogspot.com/2009/04/at-end.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913484514897259896.post-7871900481857876576</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 00:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-31T20:21:53.342-04:00</atom:updated><title>Go For It</title><atom:summary type="text">I think I need to just write. Too many people try to sound too good on virtual paper....emails, blogs, etc. I hope I&#39;m not caught up in that trap. I wonder who writers are trying to impress. I wonder who or what it was that told them they had to impress anyone. I must admit I do enjoy reading emails from people who can write from the heart and tell it like it is from their standpoint. Such a </atom:summary><link>http://breathingzen.blogspot.com/2009/03/go-for-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-913484514897259896.post-6159428948074706003</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Mar 2009 14:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-30T11:07:19.272-04:00</atom:updated><title>In The Beginning</title><atom:summary type="text">Someone once wrote to me &quot;you have much grist for an interesting blog.&quot; Well, whether or not it is true, here I am.One day, a friend of mine looked at me with a wrinkled up face and squinty eyes, her voice in a distasteful tone, &quot;Why do people write blogs?&quot;I wanted to reply in my usual blunt retort, &quot;Why do you talk?&quot;</atom:summary><link>http://breathingzen.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-beginning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Donna)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>