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	<title>Comments on: Little Voices</title>
	<link>http://www.homesteaderlife.christianagrarian.com/2006/09/22/little-voices/</link>
	<description>Christian Agrarian Counterculture</description>
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		<title>By: Kelly</title>
		<link>http://www.homesteaderlife.christianagrarian.com/2006/09/22/little-voices/#comment-1378</link>
		<dc:creator>Kelly</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Sep 2006 03:20:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow, an agrarian Northerness.  I'm too much of a Hobbit, though, to be called that way (if I can mix my literary allusions).

My husband was stationed in King Salmon for a year on a remote assignment.  The three babies and I had to stay in Georgia the year he was gone, but I got to fly up there for a week and a half visit in mid-April.  The days were already long, but it snowed while I was there.  That's such a small community that there's nothing to do ;-) but visit friends and eat and sing and talk all night.  It was a wonderful time, and I can certainly understand why some hardy souls would feel that call.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow, an agrarian Northerness.  I&#8217;m too much of a Hobbit, though, to be called that way (if I can mix my literary allusions).</p>
<p>My husband was stationed in King Salmon for a year on a remote assignment.  The three babies and I had to stay in Georgia the year he was gone, but I got to fly up there for a week and a half visit in mid-April.  The days were already long, but it snowed while I was there.  That&#8217;s such a small community that there&#8217;s nothing to do <img src='http://www.homesteaderlife.christianagrarian.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';-)' class='wp-smiley' /> but visit friends and eat and sing and talk all night.  It was a wonderful time, and I can certainly understand why some hardy souls would feel that call.</p>
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		<title>By: R.G.</title>
		<link>http://www.homesteaderlife.christianagrarian.com/2006/09/22/little-voices/#comment-1377</link>
		<dc:creator>R.G.</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 23 Sep 2006 00:43:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hey Scott,

Having just returned from Alaska, I now understand, at least to a degree, the attraction.  Maybe if I were younger the voices you speak of would be stronger and more insistent.  But, I have to admit, they are there some times, whispering and prodding.  

Usually, I just tell 'em to pipe down, so I can think.  And when I think through all the many obstacles, the voices fall silent.  I then shrug and pop open a home-brew and count my blessings... I don't have land (yet) but that's really the only thing I don't have, that I still want.  And I am finally content to wait on the Lord, rather then go runnin' off half-cocked, half-prepared and half-witted.  Been there, done that, have the scars to prove it.

Mind you, I can't tell others what to do.. and the north country is spectacular.   I was grinnin' like a fool the whole time I was up there.  Enjoying your blog as always, Scott.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey Scott,</p>
<p>Having just returned from Alaska, I now understand, at least to a degree, the attraction.  Maybe if I were younger the voices you speak of would be stronger and more insistent.  But, I have to admit, they are there some times, whispering and prodding.  </p>
<p>Usually, I just tell &#8216;em to pipe down, so I can think.  And when I think through all the many obstacles, the voices fall silent.  I then shrug and pop open a home-brew and count my blessings&#8230; I don&#8217;t have land (yet) but that&#8217;s really the only thing I don&#8217;t have, that I still want.  And I am finally content to wait on the Lord, rather then go runnin&#8217; off half-cocked, half-prepared and half-witted.  Been there, done that, have the scars to prove it.</p>
<p>Mind you, I can&#8217;t tell others what to do.. and the north country is spectacular.   I was grinnin&#8217; like a fool the whole time I was up there.  Enjoying your blog as always, Scott.</p>
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		<title>By: JFC</title>
		<link>http://www.homesteaderlife.christianagrarian.com/2006/09/22/little-voices/#comment-1375</link>
		<dc:creator>JFC</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Sep 2006 16:25:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.homesteaderlife.christianagrarian.com/2006/09/22/little-voices/#comment-1375</guid>
		<description>I notice that the Grammarian Agrarian cannot even spell "enthralls."  Oh, well.

:)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I notice that the Grammarian Agrarian cannot even spell &#8220;enthralls.&#8221;  Oh, well.</p>
<p> <img src='http://www.homesteaderlife.christianagrarian.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /></p>
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		<title>By: JFC</title>
		<link>http://www.homesteaderlife.christianagrarian.com/2006/09/22/little-voices/#comment-1374</link>
		<dc:creator>JFC</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Sep 2006 15:16:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What can I say?  The NORTH does NOT call me.  The land calls me, but not from up north.  Goodness, I can't even imagine living through New York winters, much less Alaska winters.

But, God bless those who have the constitution to thrive in the frigid regions of the land.  Your courage entralls me, even if your vision doesn't.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What can I say?  The NORTH does NOT call me.  The land calls me, but not from up north.  Goodness, I can&#8217;t even imagine living through New York winters, much less Alaska winters.</p>
<p>But, God bless those who have the constitution to thrive in the frigid regions of the land.  Your courage entralls me, even if your vision doesn&#8217;t.</p>
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		<title>By: Marci</title>
		<link>http://www.homesteaderlife.christianagrarian.com/2006/09/22/little-voices/#comment-1373</link>
		<dc:creator>Marci</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Sep 2006 15:03:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I used to hear those voices about Oregon as well.  Now, the voices call me to the Appalachians.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I used to hear those voices about Oregon as well.  Now, the voices call me to the Appalachians.</p>
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		<title>By: Patti</title>
		<link>http://www.homesteaderlife.christianagrarian.com/2006/09/22/little-voices/#comment-1372</link>
		<dc:creator>Patti</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Sep 2006 14:53:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I used to hear thoses voices when I lived in so. Calif. I had never lived anywhere else but I always had this urge to drive up Hwy 99 to Oregon. I finally moved to Oregon in 1990 and the voices stopped..Well untill I moved to the mid-west. Thereeeeee Backkkkkkkk :):)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I used to hear thoses voices when I lived in so. Calif. I had never lived anywhere else but I always had this urge to drive up Hwy 99 to Oregon. I finally moved to Oregon in 1990 and the voices stopped..Well untill I moved to the mid-west. Thereeeeee Backkkkkkkk :):)</p>
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