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    <title>Gaia: Sacred Walk - Hope - Open Arms</title>
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    <link>http://groups.gaia.com/sacred/discussions/feeds/thread/52866</link>
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    <pubDate>Sat, 09 Sep 2006 23:12:37 GMT</pubDate>
    <description>Gaia: Sacred Walk - Hope - Open Arms</description>
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      <title>Re: Open Arms</title>
      <author>http://jillianne.gaia.com</author>
      <dc:creator>Jill</dc:creator>
      <guid>tag:gaia.com,2006:Gaia-56862</guid>
      <pubDate>Sat, 09 Sep 2006 23:12:37 GMT</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;      I find hope in a lot of things.&amp;nbsp; When I see things begin to transform for me or for someone else, I find hope held in that.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to fit the idea of hugs on for hope and it isn&amp;#39;t there for me (not that I oppose the hugging).&amp;nbsp; It just isn&amp;#39;t where I feel hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember swinging when I was little.&amp;nbsp; That sensation of being both free and being able to stretch my arms out.&amp;nbsp; It was hope personified for me.&amp;nbsp; So that is the sensation that lets me know my arms are open and I am not shutting out possibilities or hope. &lt;/p&gt;

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      <title>Re: Open Arms</title>
      <author>http://smokingbear.gaia.com</author>
      <dc:creator>SmokingBear</dc:creator>
      <guid>tag:gaia.com,2006:Gaia-56426</guid>
      <pubDate>Sat, 09 Sep 2006 01:38:33 GMT</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;      When you said open arms, the first thing I thought of was HUGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find hope in hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;ve hugged you, it was a feeling I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the last time I hugged my baby brother, won&amp;#39;t forget that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs are hope that someone else can wrap you up in and you can take with you. &lt;/p&gt;

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      <title>Open Arms</title>
      <author>http://jillianne.gaia.com</author>
      <dc:creator>Jill</dc:creator>
      <guid>tag:gaia.com,2006:Gaia-52866</guid>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Sep 2006 02:53:32 GMT</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;      I&amp;#39;m thinking that hope struggles for breath when my arms are closed tight.&amp;nbsp; And the act of opening my arms and stretching them out can sometimes leave me short of breath.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;m opening my arms.&amp;nbsp; I keep thinking of the scene on the Titanic when he is at the front of the ship with arms open wide and the wind over the ocean sweeping over him.&lt;br /&gt;That, too, is a valiant part of hope. &lt;/p&gt;

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