<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[And Still, I Notice]]></title><description><![CDATA[And Still, I Notice]]></description><link>https://www.andstillinotice.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2026 14:21:37 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.andstillinotice.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[dance little ladybugs, dance]]></title><description><![CDATA[Oh, my sweet girl in ladybug boots how lovely your wonder as you step to the call of puddles, and mud, and places mommy warns about. Dance to the thoughts that whirl in your head, live in the innocence of your unknowing, the playground of falling rain.  Thrive in the belief that life is magic! Splash little toes, for as long as you can, tuck this moment deep into the inner pocket of your heart for the time when life’s playful puddles evaporate into ominous sky, and rains fall upon your life,...]]></description><link>https://www.andstillinotice.com/post/2015/04/09/dance-little-ladybugs-dance</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e11e37d8279dc00175f1ff8</guid><category><![CDATA[Relationships]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2015 23:25:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fadf4c_9dbd321eb68a497f90d5a6f571bff15e.jpg/v1/fit/w_357,h_500,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Something Suzzanne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[the row]]></title><description><![CDATA[It is not the pulse of the oars dragging into deep and shattering still to stir. It is not the slide that brings you forward and back,...]]></description><link>https://www.andstillinotice.com/post/2017/01/28/the-row</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e11e37d580d8500179a9d88</guid><category><![CDATA[Reflection]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 16 Apr 2019 16:37:41 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fadf4c_9c5f8e6a81b24599a17a69a3286d23b9~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_761,h_862,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Something Suzzanne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[in this place]]></title><description><![CDATA[Hastening river and hushed mossy green, you, unaware of my presence, unconcerned with my adoration.  My heart abundant and unscarred, deluged by peace in your presence.  It is in this quiet place I know myself best. I want and need for nothing.  For it is here, God cradles me, an embrace I pain to break.]]></description><link>https://www.andstillinotice.com/post/2018/09/18/in-this-place</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e11e37d564b410017d85987</guid><category><![CDATA[Reflection]]></category><category><![CDATA[God and Faith]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 18 Sep 2018 11:00:44 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fadf4c_7066bc4a710845d7b4cedd55082ade15~mv2_d_1280_1707_s_2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Something Suzzanne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[reverent sky]]></title><description><![CDATA[There is a relief in having your smallness laid out before you.]]></description><link>https://www.andstillinotice.com/post/2018/07/06/reverent-sky</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e11e37d7d506e001708a068</guid><category><![CDATA[Reflection]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jul 2018 10:40:04 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fadf4c_cb9fa76b3f3049ad8db1772167a41e09~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_800,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Something Suzzanne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[crossing lines]]></title><description><![CDATA[He sits across from me today, I saw his story last week as well, only from a safer distance. There is sadness in his eyes, an emptiness...]]></description><link>https://www.andstillinotice.com/post/2016/07/07/crossing-lines</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e11e37d1d9010001740a023</guid><category><![CDATA[Touching Humanity]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 06 Dec 2017 14:34:07 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fadf4c_5e07c7f7b56c49c8a7e8f146729e1c90.jpg/v1/fit/w_617,h_425,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Something Suzzanne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[did you hear]]></title><description><![CDATA[Did you hear the bullets cry  a hatred heart                            50 lives destroyed Did you hear the the nation roar senseless acts embed our core   Did you hear the silence fall with morning light                      we returned to toil.]]></description><link>https://www.andstillinotice.com/post/2016/06/14/</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e11e37d564b410017d85988</guid><category><![CDATA[Touching Humanity]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 02 Oct 2017 22:23:23 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fadf4c_31f48aad4db04154b384100247eea7cf~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Something Suzzanne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[true north]]></title><description><![CDATA[As certain as the sun rises in the east and rests in the west, so assured is true north. Safely we rest in the knowing that it is He who...]]></description><link>https://www.andstillinotice.com/post/2017/01/28/true-north</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e11e37d72b15c001777038a</guid><category><![CDATA[God and Faith]]></category><category><![CDATA[Reflection]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 28 Jan 2017 13:52:24 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fadf4c_7c53009dbb074d2da9ba8d72119dfb80~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_309,h_163,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Something Suzzanne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[tending love]]></title><description><![CDATA[Hearts are not made to be won taken as if by conquest by some overwhelming force. They are only made to be given away gently and freely,...]]></description><link>https://www.andstillinotice.com/post/2016/12/02/tending-of-love</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e11e37d32ec2500172cc77b</guid><category><![CDATA[Relationships]]></category><category><![CDATA[Reflection]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2016 14:20:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fadf4c_ddc42f0992484fc98687fb3c19fb0efd~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_287,h_438,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Something Suzzanne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[hiraeth]]></title><description><![CDATA[hireath (n) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostagia, the yearning, the grief for...]]></description><link>https://www.andstillinotice.com/post/2016/09/04/hiraeth</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e11e37d2a78680017f4a6ca</guid><category><![CDATA[Reflection]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 05 Sep 2016 01:36:24 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fadf4c_7bb17eadb9754994860a3df59c757d72~mv2_d_3264_2448_s_4_2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Something Suzzanne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[mottled truth]]></title><description><![CDATA[Sometimes life gets messy. Choices - ours and others bleed into one another, colors muddied beyond recognition, until we can no longer see what we meant to create. And so we hide the canvas, afraid others will judge the way we handled the paint.  And at other times we get it right, the medium flows effortlessly, our life art is beautiful and vibrant, a masterpiece that we gladly share with the world.  But have you noticed? when you look back a month, a year, or a decade later your...]]></description><link>https://www.andstillinotice.com/post/2016/09/04/mottled-truth</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e11e37dfadb7800179b0848</guid><category><![CDATA[Reflection]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 04 Sep 2016 22:21:24 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fadf4c_437adabb01cd46a2ae9fd257f82b9a30.jpg/v1/fit/w_427,h_640,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Something Suzzanne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[my arms]]></title><description><![CDATA[You curled into my arms once upon a time when tears, fears, and sleepy eyes brought you there. How I miss the warmth of your soul safe...]]></description><link>https://www.andstillinotice.com/post/2016/09/04/my-arms</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e11e37d32ec2500172cc779</guid><category><![CDATA[Relationships]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 03 Aug 2016 22:00:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/f55eb83983cd40e588befba31c78540a.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Something Suzzanne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[grow anyway]]></title><description><![CDATA[Walls will find us in this life walls and fences and so many reasons to give up, give in. It is up to us, and only us, to climb them, to cling to them like vines and grow anyway. Let the light shine through for there are always cracks. Grow, grow defiant against the walls that tower around you the fences that lock you in.            I passed this wall in Seattle's Pioneer Square one morning. I love how the vines escape the cage, defy its bleak surroundings, and cling vibrantly for life. They...]]></description><link>https://www.andstillinotice.com/post/2016/08/16/morning-murmuring</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e11e37d8ef97900178920ea</guid><category><![CDATA[Reflection]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 05 Jun 2016 13:24:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fadf4c_a7a4f9dfe43542a1a8d157c5a4de8302~mv2_d_1536_2048_s_2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Something Suzzanne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[whispering dust]]></title><description><![CDATA[I visit her often my mother of nearly 100 years who sits in timeless pause, absent of her surroundings.  Dust accumulated furniture with...]]></description><link>https://www.andstillinotice.com/post/2016/05/14/whispering-dust</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e11e37d2769260018b0b40c</guid><category><![CDATA[Touching Humanity]]></category><category><![CDATA[Relationships]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 15 May 2016 02:35:24 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fadf4c_6ccdee4739af4bd1a4ec662f086ce751.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Something Suzzanne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[look away]]></title><description><![CDATA[The rain falls gently as night’s dampness  gives birth to thirsty flowers in the park.  Sleeping bodies lie  upon dampened cardboard bed  and shivering cold of grave-like ground.  I step carefully not to tread upon either. Paper cup in hand  and stench of booze walking before him  he looks up from empty stare  and interrupts my deepened thoughts.  Piercing eyes of hollow deep  with nothingness at its floor  meet the dark of my own. And, for a moment our lives connect. I long to reach out to...]]></description><link>https://www.andstillinotice.com/post/2016/03/04/untitled</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e11e37d8ef97900178920ec</guid><category><![CDATA[Touching Humanity]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2016 16:18:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/76e7e233083119e4b09d3b4e8238f788.jpg/v1/fit/w_667,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Something Suzzanne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[the messenger]]></title><description><![CDATA[Something sacred dwells here, its message speaks…… Hands that hold hearts, gentle be your grasp, light be your touch, full be your reach....]]></description><link>https://www.andstillinotice.com/post/2016/05/04/the-messenger</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e11e37d7ca3f00017c3d2a0</guid><category><![CDATA[Touching Humanity]]></category><category><![CDATA[Relationships]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 16 Mar 2016 03:19:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fadf4c_744e2d31ad9f4f7391d23ddb916b5501.jpg/v1/fit/w_540,h_405,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Something Suzzanne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[the wait of love]]></title><description><![CDATA[I know not your name, but I can feel you in my chest. I know not the curve of your face, or the tone of your voice, but I already love...]]></description><link>https://www.andstillinotice.com/post/2016/03/14/the-wait-of-love</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e11e37d7ca3f00017c3d29f</guid><category><![CDATA[Relationships]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 20 Jan 2016 03:43:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/728a0b1b703644de9f1c483eb9150112.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Something Suzzanne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[another year]]></title><description><![CDATA[Here it lies before us  - another year,  unturned pages  linen stark white,  preface and epilogue  and we,  the scribes. What will we...]]></description><link>https://www.andstillinotice.com/post/2016/01/01/another-year</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e11e37d8ef97900178920eb</guid><category><![CDATA[Reflection]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2016 17:24:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/1867ed6a97c8460cb95f27d83584c8d9.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Something Suzzanne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[seasons fall]]></title><description><![CDATA[In the autumn of life  when leaves cling  fiercely to each other aware of  the imminent fall to winter,  I reach for your hand. Snowfall...]]></description><link>https://www.andstillinotice.com/post/2016/05/04/seasons-fall</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e11e37d32ec2500172cc77c</guid><category><![CDATA[Relationships]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2015 04:12:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fadf4c_d162529f7c68452cbe7adc8f2fa7cced.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_650,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Something Suzzanne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[seasons]]></title><description><![CDATA[Autumn is painting change everywhere,  And I, a season of my own.]]></description><link>https://www.andstillinotice.com/post/2016/10/03/seasons</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e11e37d1d9010001740a022</guid><category><![CDATA[Reflection]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2015 12:33:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fadf4c_8ad947ce78014cc2b297afe6366abc3b~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_640,h_480,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Something Suzzanne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[i am...]]></title><description><![CDATA[Days, moments, years…  clock movements interrupted  or  oiled  by  people,  events,  choices,  and the inner voice that speaks  my name ...]]></description><link>https://www.andstillinotice.com/post/2015/08/17/i-am</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5e11e37d1d4e490017d56f53</guid><category><![CDATA[Reflection]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2015 17:05:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/fadf4c_7d9cdeba17f94ec0a5537c624a69e0ed.jpg/v1/fit/w_540,h_405,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Something Suzzanne</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>