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	<title>Comments on: Why No Connection to Your Neighbors?</title>
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		<title>By: Ginger Blymyer</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ginger Blymyer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 00:32:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Bueno.  Nicely stated.  Yep you don&#039;t need to be intimate, but there when needed.  You were in the 94 earthquake.  I think everyone came together.  Remember in Detroit when the radiator leaked some gas and everyone in the hotel came out in their night clothes and were friendly and talking. But the next day when dresses as usual they sort of snubbed each other.  Maybe it&#039;s the clothes. We should all wear pajamas.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Bueno.  Nicely stated.  Yep you don&#8217;t need to be intimate, but there when needed.  You were in the 94 earthquake.  I think everyone came together.  Remember in Detroit when the radiator leaked some gas and everyone in the hotel came out in their night clothes and were friendly and talking. But the next day when dresses as usual they sort of snubbed each other.  Maybe it&#8217;s the clothes. We should all wear pajamas.</p>
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		<title>By: Xochi</title>
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		<dc:creator>Xochi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 23:42:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>When I&#039;m outside in my yard and a person passes by, I try to always say hello.  More often than not, I have totally surprised them by acknowledging them and they often smile and return the hello - some timid, some more strong, some in Spanish.  :)   I know some of my neighbors, those willing.    Right next door they scurry in and out of the house and don&#039;t look at me but opposite we have become great friends.   Across the street, they would do anything I needed yet keep their distance but I think it&#039;s to not bother me more than being unfriendly.   Odd how his assortment of people basically get along without knowing each other.  I hope I would recognize at least some of my neighbors when they are not right here at home.   

They are missing out.   When the kids in the neighborhood were small, they would sit with me in the yard - now they are older and hesitate to stop but occasionally they can&#039;t help themselves.   

Yes, it&#039;s okay to tell all on facebook or twitter but to talk to someone face to face right here takes more courage I suppose.  

Anyhow, I&#039;ll keep it up.   After all, one day we really might need each other, right?  :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I&#8217;m outside in my yard and a person passes by, I try to always say hello.  More often than not, I have totally surprised them by acknowledging them and they often smile and return the hello &#8211; some timid, some more strong, some in Spanish.  <img src='http://www.flyingintothesun.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />    I know some of my neighbors, those willing.    Right next door they scurry in and out of the house and don&#8217;t look at me but opposite we have become great friends.   Across the street, they would do anything I needed yet keep their distance but I think it&#8217;s to not bother me more than being unfriendly.   Odd how his assortment of people basically get along without knowing each other.  I hope I would recognize at least some of my neighbors when they are not right here at home.   </p>
<p>They are missing out.   When the kids in the neighborhood were small, they would sit with me in the yard &#8211; now they are older and hesitate to stop but occasionally they can&#8217;t help themselves.   </p>
<p>Yes, it&#8217;s okay to tell all on facebook or twitter but to talk to someone face to face right here takes more courage I suppose.  </p>
<p>Anyhow, I&#8217;ll keep it up.   After all, one day we really might need each other, right?  <img src='http://www.flyingintothesun.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Ginger Blymyer</title>
		<link>http://www.flyingintothesun.com/connection-neighbors/comment-page-1#comment-159</link>
		<dc:creator>Ginger Blymyer</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 14:55:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Great comment above.   I think we have been ruled by fear from so many directions.   I do feel we have to be wise when we meet people, but I hope we tend to believe people are good and go from that point of view.  None of us are perfect, but each of us has something to offer and if we never get to know our neighbors we are missing out on so much.  
Just saw on the news that we can look up peoples records on our phones. Oh my.  Will that make us friendlier?  Or more suspicious?  In a way we are all neighbors not islands.  I know our experiences tend to make us wary but in my life most of my neighbors have been fine.  Of course I did live in the forest for thirty years.  :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great comment above.   I think we have been ruled by fear from so many directions.   I do feel we have to be wise when we meet people, but I hope we tend to believe people are good and go from that point of view.  None of us are perfect, but each of us has something to offer and if we never get to know our neighbors we are missing out on so much.<br />
Just saw on the news that we can look up peoples records on our phones. Oh my.  Will that make us friendlier?  Or more suspicious?  In a way we are all neighbors not islands.  I know our experiences tend to make us wary but in my life most of my neighbors have been fine.  Of course I did live in the forest for thirty years.  <img src='http://www.flyingintothesun.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Maureen</title>
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		<dc:creator>Maureen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 00:50:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>We have built real &amp; imaginary walls around our lives.  I really think much of it has to do with &#039;progress&#039;.  The progress of electricity, air conditioners, tv, etc.  Once upon a not so long ago time, we sat on the front porch to cool off in the summer, as did our neighbors.  Our windows were open, for the breeze, but it allowed us to hear what was going on.  We cared about our community.
The fear, which was imaginary on tv, became real. We create with our thoughts, and oh how terrible was the show that stays in our mind &amp; haunts so many in their dreams.
In this country of rugged individualism, we&#039;ve been told we can do it all alone, &amp; so we&#039;ve become islands. Our worries are so great that we can&#039;t bear to hear of other&#039;s and so we insulate ourselves from the bigger, brighter, very diverse human experience, slowly suffocating under our imagined burden of loneliness</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We have built real &amp; imaginary walls around our lives.  I really think much of it has to do with &#8216;progress&#8217;.  The progress of electricity, air conditioners, tv, etc.  Once upon a not so long ago time, we sat on the front porch to cool off in the summer, as did our neighbors.  Our windows were open, for the breeze, but it allowed us to hear what was going on.  We cared about our community.<br />
The fear, which was imaginary on tv, became real. We create with our thoughts, and oh how terrible was the show that stays in our mind &amp; haunts so many in their dreams.<br />
In this country of rugged individualism, we&#8217;ve been told we can do it all alone, &amp; so we&#8217;ve become islands. Our worries are so great that we can&#8217;t bear to hear of other&#8217;s and so we insulate ourselves from the bigger, brighter, very diverse human experience, slowly suffocating under our imagined burden of loneliness</p>
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