<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676754869975905189</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:04:25.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Spirit and Home</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caomibrannon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676754869975905189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caomibrannon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Caomi Brannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871280396795265964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7kPM6u3WaFI/R3_Xd1UtitI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FIqRtSrgTXg/S220/HPIM0048.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676754869975905189.post-3672039265539130285</id><published>2008-04-03T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T09:09:27.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 and Damned</title><content type='html'>So, I turned 21 the other day. And yesterday, I decided to back off of the relationship I have found myself in. I guess I did so out of guilt. Because, damnit, I love Rob so much. I couldn't even take it to break it off with him completely. We're on a break, meanwhile, I'm having a full fledged relationship with someone else. How wrong is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I mean when I say I don't like the person I've become. This isn't like me. I know, in my heart of hearts, that if Rob ever gets his crap together I will end up with him. Hell, I'm sometimes tempted to try to put all of his crap together for him. And that isn't fair to him, either. But I love him, so much, and it hurts me to see him this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676754869975905189-3672039265539130285?l=caomibrannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caomibrannon.blogspot.com/feeds/3672039265539130285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676754869975905189&amp;postID=3672039265539130285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676754869975905189/posts/default/3672039265539130285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676754869975905189/posts/default/3672039265539130285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caomibrannon.blogspot.com/2008/04/21-and-damned.html' title='21 and Damned'/><author><name>Caomi Brannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871280396795265964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7kPM6u3WaFI/R3_Xd1UtitI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FIqRtSrgTXg/S220/HPIM0048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676754869975905189.post-2329840661869868964</id><published>2008-01-21T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T19:22:50.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rantings of a weekend warrior...</title><content type='html'>Alas, I have returned to the blogging world. Yay for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as if anyone actually reads this but me, so why not say what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Rob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as I write this, I wonder why. As I watch the clock and wonder if it'll be 7 days since the last time he and I spoke, or if I'll get to talk to him at all this week. As I write these words, tears are welling up behind my eyes. Because, it's true, I do love him. But I don't know if that's enough anymore. I don't know if I can wait for days and days on end with no word from him, no word from anyone. I'm just so tired of being alone. I deserve to have someone who'll hold me. Who'll love me. Who'll be there for me. Who I can call, and cry with, and who I know is going to answer. Someone who doesn't ignore me at every turn. I need the man he used to be. Not the man he is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't write anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676754869975905189-2329840661869868964?l=caomibrannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caomibrannon.blogspot.com/feeds/2329840661869868964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676754869975905189&amp;postID=2329840661869868964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676754869975905189/posts/default/2329840661869868964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676754869975905189/posts/default/2329840661869868964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caomibrannon.blogspot.com/2008/01/rantings-of-weekend-warrior.html' title='Rantings of a weekend warrior...'/><author><name>Caomi Brannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871280396795265964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7kPM6u3WaFI/R3_Xd1UtitI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FIqRtSrgTXg/S220/HPIM0048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676754869975905189.post-6515956182461173868</id><published>2008-01-05T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T11:04:32.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>Well, this is my first post in this blog. I normally use my Myspace, but I can't post about religious things in there. So this is just going to be for me, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am struggling with my spirituality. I think I have finally figured out where I stand. But now I am struggling for legiment ways to express it. I am a Celtic Witch. I follow the goddess Morrigan, and the god Dahgda. My main calling is a healer. I have a very strong connection to Brigid, but I don't feel like she is my patroness. It's sad really, because I think we would connect very well. But it isn't meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boyfriend is a Druid. He walks a similar, but different path than I do. I lean more towards Celtic Recon but not quite there. I celebrate the 8 sabbats. Which were made popular by the neo-wiccan community. Perhaps I feel more accoustomed to them than to any others because when I first started exploring paganism I explored Wicca first. It didn't fit. Kemetic Recon didn't fit. But this.... it feels right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676754869975905189-6515956182461173868?l=caomibrannon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caomibrannon.blogspot.com/feeds/6515956182461173868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676754869975905189&amp;postID=6515956182461173868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676754869975905189/posts/default/6515956182461173868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676754869975905189/posts/default/6515956182461173868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caomibrannon.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>Caomi Brannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03871280396795265964</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7kPM6u3WaFI/R3_Xd1UtitI/AAAAAAAAAAY/FIqRtSrgTXg/S220/HPIM0048.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
