<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>2015-Ends on Late Blooms</title><link>/tags/2015-ends/</link><description>Recent content in 2015-Ends on Late Blooms</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2015 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/2015-ends/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Another Year Slipping By</title><link>/posts/another-year-slipping-by/</link><pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/another-year-slipping-by/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2015/Another-year-slipping-by/i-PFXMHHP/0/MLXChGM4BqwbQ9h8FRWzFf7ZtWcDJN48Zf6fkbcPg/D/Sunrise-Sunset-for-blog-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sunrise, Sunset (for blog)" loading="lazy" src="https://photos.smugmug.com/Lateblooms/n-ZkfX3Q/2015/Another-year-slipping-by/i-PFXMHHP/0/MLXChGM4BqwbQ9h8FRWzFf7ZtWcDJN48Zf6fkbcPg/D/Sunrise-Sunset-for-blog-D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we approach the end of 2015, thoughts about years past and particularly 2015 come to mind.  My own experience of life after 66 years on the planet reveals that there are always many varieties of experience - some that bring untold happiness and some tinged with sadness and grief. This is true of any given day or year.  My own personal review of this year finds me thinking about the massive job it was to downsize from the place we called home for 30 years. This job took up most of the year.  There were challenges along the way but with wonderful teamwork and support, the job got done. It&amp;rsquo;s nice that this particular season of life is over and another has begun. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Every moment and every event of every man&amp;rsquo;s life on earth plants something in his  soul.” (Thomas Merton)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  What was planted in my soul this year is the fact of impermanence - things change and we move with the changes. I thought at one time that I would live and die in that house but my feelings about ownership and possessions changed - all for the good.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>