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    <title>Gather: Articles by Cathryn flowers Ritchie</title>
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    <description>Recent Articles on Gather by Cathryn flowers Ritchie</description>
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    <pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 18:06:21 GMT</pubDate>
    <dc:date>2009-12-28T18:06:21Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Woman</title>
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      <description>  

  A Woman  Cathryn Momcat flowers Ritchie   

   

 I shine, I fall, I'm brilliant, I'm ashamed. 

 I blunder, I survive, I get confused, I say 'just the right thing'. 

 . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 09 Jul 2008 03:58:34 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-07-09T03:58:34Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Golden Hayes</title>
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      <description>  

  Golden Hayes*  

  Cathryn flowers Ritchie  

   

 Midafternoon rainstorm plopped onto our house 

 battering roof, pool, lake (laughing as it tossed it back). 

 Though expecting thunder . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 06 Jul 2008 06:35:04 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977390881</guid>
      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-07-06T06:35:04Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Emptiest</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977365332</link>
      <description>  

 Longing, pining &amp;quot;Will it ever be?&amp;quot; 

 Is life worth living when one is not giving 

 one's soul 

 one's love? 

   

 Questioning the One who is the Father, 

 who created . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2008 06:20:03 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977365332</guid>
      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-06-08T06:20:03Z</dc:date>
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      <title>when a mother</title>
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   When a Mother   

   

 My heart has come out of hiding. 

 forced out by giving love, 

 giving safety, receiving love. 

 Creeping and fearful at first 

 But out it came. 

   . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2008 06:14:58 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-06-08T06:14:58Z</dc:date>
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      <title>train waves</title>
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      <description>  

 Afternoon jazz, sizzling Florida heat 

 composed sweet comfort. 

 Like sound itself, whispering 

 croaking whistle 

 entered my serenity with its sad tale 

 of empty rooms, broken swing . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 08 Jun 2008 06:08:11 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977365319</guid>
      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-06-08T06:08:11Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Colorado Comes to Me</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977291346</link>
      <description>Colorado comes to me 

 early evening breezes 

 refresh the air and the clouds frolic 

 in the crispy blue of the Columbine. 

 I remember the aspen leaves' 

 love of following 

 running with . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 04:36:04 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977291346</guid>
      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-03-23T04:36:04Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Aging Gracelessly</title>
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      <description>I've become my own personal zoo!! 

   

 The skin on my thighs could be an elephant's leather wrinkled exterior, 

 my knees have turned nobbily like the bony knees of a crane. 

 There . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2008 17:14:28 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977290972</guid>
      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-03-22T17:14:28Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Colorado Comes to Me</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977290962</link>
      <description>  

  Colorado Comes to Me  

   C    athryn    f    lowers    R    itchie   

   

 Colorado comes to me 

 early evening breezes 

 refresh the air and the clouds frolic 

 in the crispy blue . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2008 17:01:43 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977290962</guid>
      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-03-22T17:01:43Z</dc:date>
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      <title>I've been to Places</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977262131</link>
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 I've been to Places 

 by Cathryn flowers Ritchie 

   

 Part I 

   

 I've been to places where I've known being known, 

 and (in spite of or because of) 

 loved.  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 13:08:52 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-19T13:08:52Z</dc:date>
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      <title>My pain/Her pain</title>
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      <description>  

 Her Pain/ My Pain 

   

 The pain, the pain, the pain; 

 I can't get near it 

 I can't go there, 

 I can't be close to it or 

 I will be swallowed by it. 

   

 Her . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 12:59:17 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-19T12:59:17Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Wandering through words and books, after book...</title>
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      <description>I' m curious. What are you reading? Or, a little bit broader, what books have you started and have left laying around the house like wallflowers at the 9th grade social? 

 I have such a variant . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 12:55:37 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-19T12:55:37Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Wandering through words and books, after book...</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977262117</link>
      <description>I' m curious. What are you reading? Or, a little bit broader, what books have you started and have left laying around the house like wallflowers at the 9th grade social? 

 I have such a variant . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 12:47:56 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977262117</guid>
      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-19T12:47:56Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Weeping Willows</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977260969</link>
      <description>  This is a very long poem that I've written into a poetic essay. Hope it encourages. 

   

   Weeping Willows   

 
 
   A Crippled Couple.     Beautiful, hair, black - Irish creamy skin; . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 02:54:59 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-18T02:54:59Z</dc:date>
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      <title>And Orderly Mind</title>
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      <description>  I write for a renovation mag. This assignment had to do with renovating your mind...making your mind orderly. Thought you all might enjoy it. 

   

 An Orderly Mind 

   

 When my 10 . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 02:46:23 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-18T02:46:23Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Forgiveness</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977260218</link>
      <description>Tears falling 

 into pain 

 onto one too little, 

 too young to take my anger 

 falling, on her, onto me. 

 From the well of my existence; 

 sorrow so deep I can't find the bottom. 

 Ripped . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 04:42:40 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977260218</guid>
      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-17T04:42:40Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Crumbs of Despair</title>
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 Crumbs of Despair 

   

 Capturing you 

 into my darkness 

 making it yours; bedfellows in pain. 

 Relief is not an answer 

 for neither 

 distractions, actions 

 flight or entertainment . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 19:39:22 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-16T19:39:22Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Snowy Cracked Sidewalks</title>
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      <description>  

 Snowy Cracking Sidewalks 

   

 Walking down 

 cold snowy cracking sidewalks 

 of my Colorado streets. 

 Glimpses into homes and souls 

 whole families, sitting together, 

 side by . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2008 19:22:15 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-16T19:22:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>driving through my childhood</title>
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 Driving through my childhood 

 same houses, old trees 

 jarred by new bikes and even newer faces. 

   

 Pick and choosing the memories; 

 some too hard to take with me 

 some I forgot . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 08:15:26 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977259027</guid>
      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-02-15T08:15:26Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Charities Benefit from Unique Greeting Card Company (PARkards owned by Felipe Hernandez and Heidi Canterbury)</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977234288</link>
      <description>Not only are these greeting cards personal, real and creative, each purchase (VERY reasonable price) will mail out a card and some cash for specific charities. Go to their website ( www.parkard.com ) and . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 19:26:14 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-01-19T19:26:14Z</dc:date>
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      <title>New Greeting Card Company on line: Parkards</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977231868</link>
      <description>Well, here is a new and interesting idea. PARKards stands for personal and real greeting cards. Please visit the site::  www.parkards.com       Even though it says it is coming . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 03:46:54 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977231868</guid>
      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2008-01-17T03:46:54Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The Sounds of Music</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977216342</link>
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   The Sounds of Music   

   

   

 During worship, do you ever sense a stronger presence of God? As if you are being lifted up to Him, feeling ushered into His presence? I'm . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2007 09:49:40 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977216342</guid>
      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-12-31T09:49:40Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Flight # 244</title>
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   Flight # 244   

   
  

   Heading home.   

   Sunset streaking my eyes,   

        surrounding the skies and me,   

        over state, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 09:05:57 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977201343</guid>
      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-12-12T09:05:57Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Christmas Faith</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977193787</link>
      <description> God 

  Spiraled down  

  Through Eternity  

  To the apex of His creation-  

  Emmanuel was born.  

   

    I,    

    Twisting my hands-    

      to reach, to reach, to reach;     . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2007 05:31:28 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977193787</guid>
      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-12-04T05:31:28Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Poetry</title>
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    Poetry       I     (1973)  

   

   A set o f words   

   Divorced by the moving of time   

   or feeling,   

   Cannot be called poetry;   

   For in molding a form,   

   shaping . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2007 06:58:16 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977192880</guid>
      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-12-03T06:58:16Z</dc:date>
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      <title>When a Woman</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977190473</link>
      <description>Cathryn flowers Ritchie    

   

    Only as my woman heart    

    speaks from my soul    

    do the tears of sorrow    

    and joy mingle-    

    finding union with    

    who I am. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2007 07:17:27 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-11-30T07:17:27Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Christmas Faith</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977190436</link>
      <description>  

   by Cathryn flowers Ritchie   

   

  God,  

  Spiraled down  

  Through Eternity  

  To the apex of His creation-  

  Emmanuel was born.  

   

    I,    

    Twisting my hands- . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2007 05:56:29 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977190436</guid>
      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-11-30T05:56:29Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Not Alone</title>
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      <description>  

   

   

     Not Alone     

    Cathryn flowers Ritchie    

   

    Moonlit night    

    Breezing through    

    My soul    

    (rays streaking darkness).    

    Alone . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2007 15:00:35 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977189726</guid>
      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-11-29T15:00:35Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Dance Me to My Heart</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977189722</link>
      <description>  

   

    Dance Me To My Heart    

   by Cathryn flowers Ritchie   

   

   A cavern deep within   

   forgotten, crumbled,   

   Swirling in the dust of pain;   

   a glint   
 . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2007 14:57:43 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977189722</guid>
      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-11-29T14:57:43Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Psalm of Darkness</title>
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      <description>     Jonah's Dilemma      
 
   

     Darkness - The Storm     

   

    Storm tossed currents vexing cargo, man,    

       my soul, arrested by this tempest.       

    Lying upon . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2007 14:49:41 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-11-29T14:49:41Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Dance Me to My Heart</title>
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      <description>  

    Dance Me To My Heart    by Cathryn flowers Ritchie   

   

   A cavern deep within   

   darkness swirling   

   a glint   

   a whisper   

   a hidden diamond.   

   

  . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2007 17:48:53 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977184814</guid>
      <dc:creator>Cathryn flowers Ritchie</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-11-23T17:48:53Z</dc:date>
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