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	<link>http://crunchy.blogsome.com/2008/04/18/invisible-work/</link>
	<description>birth, parenting, midwifery, doula</description>
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		<title>by: Julie</title>
		<link>http://crunchy.blogsome.com/2008/04/18/invisible-work/#comment-1149</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2008 15:48:32 +0100</pubDate>
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					<description>I've been link surfing and I found this post this morning. I LOVE! this poem. Thank you for sharing it!! Between it and your own eloquent post-I read what I needed to hear. Isn't that the joy of blogs? 
I will keep reading and felt compelled to leave a note.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>I&#8217;ve been link surfing and I found this post this morning. I LOVE! this poem. Thank you for sharing it!! Between it and your own eloquent post-I read what I needed to hear. Isn&#8217;t that the joy of blogs?<br />
I will keep reading and felt compelled to leave a note.
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		<title>by: patti digh</title>
		<link>http://crunchy.blogsome.com/2008/04/18/invisible-work/#comment-1138</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2008 21:55:34 +0100</pubDate>
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					<description>thank you for your very kind words about 37days - and for these powerful words about invisible work.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>thank you for your very kind words about 37days - and for these powerful words about invisible work.
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		<title>by: Andrea</title>
		<link>http://crunchy.blogsome.com/2008/04/18/invisible-work/#comment-1133</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 00:34:28 +0100</pubDate>
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					<description>All I can say is WOW . . . I really needed to read this today and really appreciate the work you put in to share with all of us.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>All I can say is WOW . . . I really needed to read this today and really appreciate the work you put in to share with all of us.
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		<title>by: Rebekah</title>
		<link>http://crunchy.blogsome.com/2008/04/18/invisible-work/#comment-1132</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Apr 2008 22:20:59 +0100</pubDate>
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					<description>I can't add much here, but I can tell you that two things help get me through my &quot;invisible&quot; days. One is (are?) the friendships I have with other mothers ... sharing the joys and trials of the day and leaning on each other for help and support makes it all easier somehow. And the other is what I have heard called &quot;living before an Audience of One&quot; : God. No one else may see the work I do, but I believe that God does. And I even believe that seemingly stupid things like dishes and laundry and poopy diapers and sweeping actually matter to Him, or that *I* matter to Him so what I spend my day doing also matters. This all sounds weird probably, but it's how I get through my &quot;invisible&quot; days!

P.S. J, this really did encourage me, reading this. I often forget that other women are going through their days exactly as I am, making the same sacrifices, almost killing themselves to get everything done. This was a good reminder that we all have so much more in common than we think.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>I can&#8217;t add much here, but I can tell you that two things help get me through my &#8220;invisible&#8221; days. One is (are?) the friendships I have with other mothers &#8230; sharing the joys and trials of the day and leaning on each other for help and support makes it all easier somehow. And the other is what I have heard called &#8220;living before an Audience of One&#8221; : God. No one else may see the work I do, but I believe that God does. And I even believe that seemingly stupid things like dishes and laundry and poopy diapers and sweeping actually matter to Him, or that *I* matter to Him so what I spend my day doing also matters. This all sounds weird probably, but it&#8217;s how I get through my &#8220;invisible&#8221; days!</p>
	<p>P.S. J, this really did encourage me, reading this. I often forget that other women are going through their days exactly as I am, making the same sacrifices, almost killing themselves to get everything done. This was a good reminder that we all have so much more in common than we think.
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		<title>by: leigh</title>
		<link>http://crunchy.blogsome.com/2008/04/18/invisible-work/#comment-1131</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Apr 2008 01:01:24 +0100</pubDate>
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					<description>this was absoulutely perfect and exactly what i needed today.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>this was absoulutely perfect and exactly what i needed today.
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		<title>by: Leaner</title>
		<link>http://crunchy.blogsome.com/2008/04/18/invisible-work/#comment-1130</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 23:45:42 +0100</pubDate>
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					<description>If I could only think of a part of my life that isn't &quot;invisible.&quot; Only lately because most everyone I know is aware of my situation with hubby and the Army, I feel over appreciated. Like these people keep coming up, telling me I am doing a good job being a mom in this trying time. Only, you know what? It isn't that much different from when he is home. In fact some parts are easier (laundry and the at least one less load I have to do each week.) The house stays cleaner, less food needs to be cooked. 
I miss him, don't get me wrong, but it feels like people are in awe that I can hold it together while he is away. Should I feel badly that it seems to be alright. I don't feel like my life is over just because I can't sleep next to him. 
I think art, my art, at least what I do in my mind (or the water colors I have currently posted on my blog) is my invisible work. Unless I put it out there in the world no one sees it. No one says &quot;Hey there Leaner! Those are great!&quot; Like I became used to in school. Because although I feel better when I have made something lovely- there are so many more talented artists, writers, mothers, and I am just mediocre in the big picture.  </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>If I could only think of a part of my life that isn&#8217;t &#8220;invisible.&#8221; Only lately because most everyone I know is aware of my situation with hubby and the Army, I feel over appreciated. Like these people keep coming up, telling me I am doing a good job being a mom in this trying time. Only, you know what? It isn&#8217;t that much different from when he is home. In fact some parts are easier (laundry and the at least one less load I have to do each week.) The house stays cleaner, less food needs to be cooked.<br />
I miss him, don&#8217;t get me wrong, but it feels like people are in awe that I can hold it together while he is away. Should I feel badly that it seems to be alright. I don&#8217;t feel like my life is over just because I can&#8217;t sleep next to him.<br />
I think art, my art, at least what I do in my mind (or the water colors I have currently posted on my blog) is my invisible work. Unless I put it out there in the world no one sees it. No one says &#8220;Hey there Leaner! Those are great!&#8221; Like I became used to in school. Because although I feel better when I have made something lovely- there are so many more talented artists, writers, mothers, and I am just mediocre in the big picture.
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		<title>by: TIE-DYED DOULA</title>
		<link>http://crunchy.blogsome.com/2008/04/18/invisible-work/#comment-1128</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 17:11:55 +0100</pubDate>
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					<description>I love poems to and there are some that you may like on www.babymoondoulas.org under the story button on the left.  I love this post and I can't wait to get more time to read other posts in your blog.  My blog is www.tie-dyeddoula.blogspot.com if you are interested -
Shine On!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>I love poems to and there are some that you may like on <a href='http://www.babymoondoulas.org' rel='nofollow'>www.babymoondoulas.org</a> under the story button on the left.  I love this post and I can&#8217;t wait to get more time to read other posts in your blog.  My blog is <a href='http://www.tie-dyeddoula.blogspot.com' rel='nofollow'>www.tie-dyeddoula.blogspot.com</a> if you are interested -<br />
Shine On!
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		<title>by: Ninotchka</title>
		<link>http://crunchy.blogsome.com/2008/04/18/invisible-work/#comment-1127</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 14:25:05 +0100</pubDate>
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					<description>&quot;and you probably fucked up a time or two, &quot; or TWENTY. :::sigh::: Great post and just what I needed this morning as I sink into the couch that I lost hours of sleep on last night for no apparent reason. As for what my &quot;invisible work&quot; is? I often feel like everything I do is invisible. I almost prefer it that way. </description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>&#8220;and you probably fucked up a time or two, &#8221; or TWENTY. :::sigh::: Great post and just what I needed this morning as I sink into the couch that I lost hours of sleep on last night for no apparent reason. As for what my &#8220;invisible work&#8221; is? I often feel like everything I do is invisible. I almost prefer it that way.
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		<title>by: Jen M</title>
		<link>http://crunchy.blogsome.com/2008/04/18/invisible-work/#comment-1126</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 09:05:27 +0100</pubDate>
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					<description>I've no insightful comments to add, as I sit here absorbing the beauty and wisdom of your words and that beautiful poem. I really loved your entry today. You have been on my mind - I read your post on ILP in the lawsuit thread - I wanted to give you a big {{{hug}}} as I can't even imagine the turmoil you and your family must have experienced these last few months (and probably still are.) I wish you peace and happiness.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[	<p>I&#8217;ve no insightful comments to add, as I sit here absorbing the beauty and wisdom of your words and that beautiful poem. I really loved your entry today. You have been on my mind - I read your post on ILP in the lawsuit thread - I wanted to give you a big {{{hug}}} as I can&#8217;t even imagine the turmoil you and your family must have experienced these last few months (and probably still are.) I wish you peace and happiness.
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