<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0"
	xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"
	xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"
	xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"
	xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/"
	>
<channel>
	<title>Comments on: The Pursuit of Solitude</title>
	<atom:link href="http://goodboysnation.com/2008/10/19/the-pursuit-of-solitude/feed/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" />
	<link>http://goodboysnation.com/2008/10/19/the-pursuit-of-solitude/</link>
	<description>A heady and eclectic mix of of the mundane, golf, religion, and politics</description>
	<pubDate>Sat, 19 May 2012 07:39:36 +0000</pubDate>
	<generator>http://wordpress.org/?v=2.7.1</generator>
	<sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod>
	<sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency>
		<item>
		<title>By: Jana</title>
		<link>http://goodboysnation.com/2008/10/19/the-pursuit-of-solitude/comment-page-1/#comment-350235</link>
		<dc:creator>Jana</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Oct 2008 14:12:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://goodboysnation.com/?p=1469#comment-350235</guid>
		<description>I suppose that which you write about is the reason my father would spend entire weekends on the boat, on the lake...alone. Just him, the fish, the wildlife, the water and his God. If he had not had these days of solitude, he surely would not have lasted to his almost 88th year. He would talk about morning mists, spiritual stillness and soul shattering storms and dense fogs so thick he ran his boat aground on an island in the lake. I too seek a solitude from time to time and have been able to find that in  my canoe on the water. I cherish my quiet time whether it's in the garden, on the water or sitting on the river bank. I think to "retreat" is way to "entreat" something outside ourselves into ourselves.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I suppose that which you write about is the reason my father would spend entire weekends on the boat, on the lake&#8230;alone. Just him, the fish, the wildlife, the water and his God. If he had not had these days of solitude, he surely would not have lasted to his almost 88th year. He would talk about morning mists, spiritual stillness and soul shattering storms and dense fogs so thick he ran his boat aground on an island in the lake. I too seek a solitude from time to time and have been able to find that in  my canoe on the water. I cherish my quiet time whether it&#8217;s in the garden, on the water or sitting on the river bank. I think to &#8220;retreat&#8221; is way to &#8220;entreat&#8221; something outside ourselves into ourselves.</p>
]]></content:encoded>
	</item>
</channel>
</rss>

