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		<title>By: Veronique</title>
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		<dc:creator>Veronique</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 28 Apr 2012 04:38:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Michael, I must say that your post allowed me to do something that I would have never thought possible before: to link Camus&#039; L&#039;Etranger to the Shambhala path... Like you, Meursault is wondering who he is, at least, who is the one that others perceive in him. He is lucid when he looks out the window, yet, others blame him for being out of touch with reality. He did not cry at his mother&#039;s funerals. In the cycle of absurdity brilliantly described by Camus (think of Le Mythe de Sisyphe), one experiences the same deep truth that you expose beautifully here: our identity shimmers and fades as the daylight changes. Thank you for the softness of the reminder. Like a feather it flew, cracked a little more open the cocoon for the sun to shine brighter.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Michael, I must say that your post allowed me to do something that I would have never thought possible before: to link Camus&#8217; L&#8217;Etranger to the Shambhala path&#8230; Like you, Meursault is wondering who he is, at least, who is the one that others perceive in him. He is lucid when he looks out the window, yet, others blame him for being out of touch with reality. He did not cry at his mother&#8217;s funerals. In the cycle of absurdity brilliantly described by Camus (think of Le Mythe de Sisyphe), one experiences the same deep truth that you expose beautifully here: our identity shimmers and fades as the daylight changes. Thank you for the softness of the reminder. Like a feather it flew, cracked a little more open the cocoon for the sun to shine brighter.</p>
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		<title>By: Isabelle Tsalik</title>
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		<dc:creator>Isabelle Tsalik</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Apr 2012 09:36:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Michael,

 What a great blog, especially since I know the cast of characters quite well... I was &quot;lol&quot; regarding &quot;the hair&quot; and how it seemed to have a life of it&#039;s own!  It is not often that men express their innermost doubts and exasperations so eloquently. Your feelings are often what wives, mothers, partners ponder as they perform their daily tasks of thankless duties.  Where do we fit in amongst our various roles as career women, caregivers, lovers and ourselves as a children to other mothers?  Do we get the respect that we deserve or is it just a constant taunt or self inflicted state of frustration. Isn&#039;t it ironic that the people that irritate and take us to task are often the ones that make us feel the most alive or enlivened at the very least.  We can actually learn more from the irritations of life, how we view and deal with them than we do from the smoother more comfortable situations. 

I would like to also point out that a driver is more than just a driver, is it an important task. Having been a chauffeur myself for over 15 years for my daughters.  You are the person that enables others to be able to not only get to their destination, but perhaps set the tone for their day. To send the other  person off with a smile, a nice comment, or even a funny little story to start off their day in a positive way.  It can be a time to discuss an issue, vent a frustration, or share a special moment. And talk about a captive audience!!  Appreciation of nature by taking notice of something beautiful or interesting on the way to school. Isn&#039;t that what a &quot;special teacher&quot; is all about anyway? It can also work the other way around, that the passenger can brighten up your day by their casual observations.  I guess my point is that perhaps there is a finer line between a &quot;special teacher&quot; and a &quot;driver&quot; than we may perhaps initially think. Nevertheless, the mother of &quot;the hair&quot; wants to take this opportunity to thank you and my mother for all that you do for Camille...she is one lucky young lady!! 

Isabelle</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Michael,</p>
<p> What a great blog, especially since I know the cast of characters quite well&#8230; I was &#8220;lol&#8221; regarding &#8220;the hair&#8221; and how it seemed to have a life of it&#8217;s own!  It is not often that men express their innermost doubts and exasperations so eloquently. Your feelings are often what wives, mothers, partners ponder as they perform their daily tasks of thankless duties.  Where do we fit in amongst our various roles as career women, caregivers, lovers and ourselves as a children to other mothers?  Do we get the respect that we deserve or is it just a constant taunt or self inflicted state of frustration. Isn&#8217;t it ironic that the people that irritate and take us to task are often the ones that make us feel the most alive or enlivened at the very least.  We can actually learn more from the irritations of life, how we view and deal with them than we do from the smoother more comfortable situations. </p>
<p>I would like to also point out that a driver is more than just a driver, is it an important task. Having been a chauffeur myself for over 15 years for my daughters.  You are the person that enables others to be able to not only get to their destination, but perhaps set the tone for their day. To send the other  person off with a smile, a nice comment, or even a funny little story to start off their day in a positive way.  It can be a time to discuss an issue, vent a frustration, or share a special moment. And talk about a captive audience!!  Appreciation of nature by taking notice of something beautiful or interesting on the way to school. Isn&#8217;t that what a &#8220;special teacher&#8221; is all about anyway? It can also work the other way around, that the passenger can brighten up your day by their casual observations.  I guess my point is that perhaps there is a finer line between a &#8220;special teacher&#8221; and a &#8220;driver&#8221; than we may perhaps initially think. Nevertheless, the mother of &#8220;the hair&#8221; wants to take this opportunity to thank you and my mother for all that you do for Camille&#8230;she is one lucky young lady!! </p>
<p>Isabelle</p>
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		<title>By: Dia</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 21 Apr 2012 22:54:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;ve long placed Camus amongst my Shambhalian forebears -- and Michael, add a trench coat and a cigarette, and there is quite a resemblance! 

I really appreciate the sweetness of this article... you are a &quot;special teacher&quot; to many indeed.  Maybe even to your family sometimes!

Dia</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve long placed Camus amongst my Shambhalian forebears &#8212; and Michael, add a trench coat and a cigarette, and there is quite a resemblance! </p>
<p>I really appreciate the sweetness of this article&#8230; you are a &#8220;special teacher&#8221; to many indeed.  Maybe even to your family sometimes!</p>
<p>Dia</p>
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