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	<title>Adventures of a Wanderlust Yogi</title>
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		<title>A Search for My Treasure&#8230;</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A tale in 3 Parts, this being: Part 1 &#8211; The Pyramids &#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8211; I knelt down, prayed&#8230; asking for the courage to start again&#8230; That was me almost three weeks ago, near the base of the Great Pyramids at Giza. It was a journey I began two years ago and was stopped at the gate [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://wanderlustyogi.com/2010/08/a-search-for-my-treasure-2/</link>
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		<title>Oh, the places you&#8217;ll go&#8230; looking within, listening without</title>
		<description><![CDATA[The first bit of that title is the name of a story book. It&#8217;s about a kid growing up and going places. Well, I&#8217;ve been going to them, and I&#8217;m getting better at it as I go. There&#8217;s a catch though, and this is the second part of the title; I&#8217;m not getting &#8220;better&#8221; in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://wanderlustyogi.com/2010/07/oh-the-places-youll-go-looking-within-listening-without/</link>
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		<title>A Little Walk Down Bennett at Night</title>
		<description><![CDATA[How can I begin, Without starting from where I am? Can a travelers heart be free with love so close at hand? In twilight hours, sitting long, composing simple hymns, Painting salt-water taffy dreams from teary wells within. The air is crisp, I walk Night flower blooms, street lamp to display Sweet plum flowers inner [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://wanderlustyogi.com/2010/04/a-little-walk-down-bennett-ave-at-night/</link>
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		<title>Waiting for a Girl in the Rain by Starbucks</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Lay me bare! Just breath, breath&#8230; Peal off this cover!  Erupt from inside! Come back to the breath&#8230; Come back to the breath&#8230; No more! Because you know what breathing is? It&#8217;s no control Life, stripped bare, No meter or rhyme, except when you want to, But this time&#8230; Guess what? I&#8217;ma do it in [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://wanderlustyogi.com/2010/04/waiting-for-a-girl-in-the-rain-by-starbucks/</link>
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		<title>Maitri on the Bus</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m on a bus to Riverdale.  The chapter I just read on Maitri, Loving Kindness, is still resonating through my being.  I&#8217;m paying attention.  There was an automated announcement over the loud speaker: &#8220;Customers, if you see something say something.&#8221;  Orwellian thought police is a step away, only a step. There are advertisement slots that [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://wanderlustyogi.com/2010/03/179/</link>
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		<title>The Boy in the Striped Pajamas</title>
		<description><![CDATA[There are few rarer and more precious gifts than an awakening.  I was stirred by this movie.  Few times in my life have I sobbed in pain and out of genuine joy at the same time.  How easily I forget my good luck in this world.  How often do I squander my time, my resources, [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://wanderlustyogi.com/2010/02/the-boy-in-the-striped-pyjamas/</link>
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		<title>All this Culture?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A professor pointed out today out that living in upstate NY would be much better for your health, insofar as pollution is concerned, than living in the city. He then added somewhat mockingly, &#8220;But would you be willing to give up all this culture?&#8221; My response: All this culture? Here in NYC? Is it worth [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://wanderlustyogi.com/2010/01/152/</link>
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		<title>In the Middle (East) of the Road</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;d just gotten back and got turned around on the way to my hostel.  It had been four wonderful and uplifting days on the beaches of Monte Rey with Hazon and the Jewish Sustainable Food Conference, my head was still ringing with the song and revelry.  With my pack on my back and my mind [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://wanderlustyogi.com/2010/01/in-the-middle-east-of-the-road/</link>
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		<title>All-night Website</title>
		<description><![CDATA[So it&#8217;s morning now. I began working on this website at around 11pm. It&#8217;s 7:40am right now. I&#8217;m not even that tired. I&#8217;m plastered. I&#8217;m spent in a way. There&#8217;s more of a tiredness in my being than there is in my eyes. A mini-Apple Pie from the market kept me running all night. That [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://wanderlustyogi.com/2010/01/all-night-website/</link>
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		<title>Life is like a Band-Aid</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Life really is like a Band-Aid.  How?  Look at what Band-Aids are: They are cover-ups to let a fresh wound heal a bit before exposing the fresh skin to the barrage of the world.  Some have pictures of Winny the Pooh, others have Robots.  There are large square ones, and thin banded ones; some that [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://wanderlustyogi.com/2010/01/life-is-like-a-band-aid/</link>
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