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<channel><title><![CDATA[Leanne Snellen - Under the Coffee table]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.leannesnellen.com/under-the-coffee-table]]></link><description><![CDATA[Under the Coffee table]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 05 Jun 2024 18:50:17 -0600</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Hello]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.leannesnellen.com/under-the-coffee-table/hello]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.leannesnellen.com/under-the-coffee-table/hello#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2015 00:57:27 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.leannesnellen.com/under-the-coffee-table/hello</guid><description><![CDATA[Welcome to my very first blog. Ever.I saw the weather change today ,the fog rolled in and the sun disappeared. I am always curious&nbsp; and&nbsp; I&nbsp; curiously enjoyed the feeling of heaviness and quiet that rolled in with the fog. The highway is only 2 miles away and it is almost always a distant humming sound on my farm, but today the fog smothered that quiet drone. I smiled, thanked my God, and listened to nothing but the sound of my own movements as I finished my barn chores. The sound  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;"><span style='text-decoration:none; font-style:normal; font-weight:400; color:rgb(136, 136, 136); '>Welcome to my very first blog. Ever.<br /><br />I saw the weather change today ,the fog rolled in and the sun disappeared. I am <em>always</em> curious&nbsp; and&nbsp; I&nbsp; curiously enjoyed the feeling of heaviness and quiet that rolled in with the fog. The highway is only 2 miles away and it is almost always a distant humming sound on my farm, but today the fog smothered that quiet drone. I smiled, thanked my God, and listened to nothing but the sound of my own movements as I finished my barn chores. The sound of quiet is too underrated in our busy busy lives.<br /><br />My own creative practice requires quiet to grow and I look forward to a quiet spring to set up my home studio and find a routine that gets me working on my art every day.<br /><br /><br /></span></div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>