<?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[Grounded Margins]]></title><description><![CDATA[Grounded Margins]]></description><link>https://www.groundedmargins.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Tue, 28 Apr 2026 05:27:41 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.groundedmargins.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Return ]]></title><description><![CDATA[This article discusses themes of domestic and family violence. Support is available via DVConnect (1800 811 811) or your local equivalent international support service. The first time I thought about leaving him was early 2024. I took the kids away to Rainbow beach. I made out that it was all a holiday, a fun little girls trip. We went to the playground and rolled down the dunes. Looked for crabs and shells on the sand. Ate fish and chips and created stories about princesses and dragons. At...]]></description><link>https://www.groundedmargins.com/post/return</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69eeb4f840a0465aa6c8828e</guid><category><![CDATA[Relationships]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2026 01:10:22 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/5c1347_f668bf4d34a843d882d2aef057e75a85~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Emily Rose </dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[On anger ]]></title><description><![CDATA[This article discusses domestic and family violence. Support is available via DVConnect (1800 811 811) or your local equivalent international support service. Don't apologize for the sorrow, grief, and rage you feel. It is a measure of your humanity and your maturity. It is a measure of your open heart, and as your heart breaks open there will be room for the world to heal. – Joanna Macy I was ten years old the first time I got angry. It wasn’t that I never saw anger - quite the opposite. My...]]></description><link>https://www.groundedmargins.com/post/on-anger</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5d898d850a3e940017ee55f3</guid><category><![CDATA[Adolescence]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 25 Apr 2026 03:51:46 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/nsplsh_374f713972324369544c67~mv2_d_4104_2736_s_4_2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Emily Rose </dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Milestones]]></title><description><![CDATA[This article discusses themes of domestic and family violence. Support is available via DVConnect (1800 811 811) or your local equivalent international support service. The world milestone is derived from the Roman times practice of marking a stone on the road. Travellers used milestones to know how far they had come, and how far they had yet to go. As the sun rose over dense forest, I thought about milestones. We drove along the winding road in near silence. I'd turned 40 that week. It was a...]]></description><link>https://www.groundedmargins.com/post/milestones</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e860d7bb1219c41f5c22d2</guid><category><![CDATA[Adulthood]]></category><category><![CDATA[Relationships]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2026 06:00:14 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/5c1347_d65499bf71994239ad225d2c39a48c99~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Emily Rose </dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Pushing the River]]></title><description><![CDATA[There's a story about a person who pushes the river to change life. Caught up in fear, they try to stop the water from moving where it needs to go. I've been thinking about this story a lot lately. How we think the point of life is to step into direction, into doing. Forcing the flow of life into some coherently assembled timeline of events that leads to some predicted outcome. This is the scientific method colonizing our mind. This is our fear of the divine in real time. This is the ordered...]]></description><link>https://www.groundedmargins.com/post/pushing-the-river</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e85d0ea96d49e56eca54d3</guid><category><![CDATA[Adulthood]]></category><category><![CDATA[Elderhood]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2026 05:38:50 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/5c1347_521df5e350294d8cb930a418274a49ea~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Emily Rose </dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[More is less, or the motherhood trap ]]></title><description><![CDATA[We have a visitor in our home this week, a Tibetan refugee staying with us as part of a cultural exchange and English teaching program. Despite being worried about how we would connect without a shared language or culture, we integrated seamlessly into each other's lives. Weaving her way into the fabric as we weave our way into hers: clasping our palms together in blessings before meals, learning to knead and flatten dough with patience, the rituals of sunset watching, in sipping hot black...]]></description><link>https://www.groundedmargins.com/post/more-is-less-or-the-motherhood-trap</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5d92e1328ae27e001781fd5f</guid><category><![CDATA[Parenthood]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 01 Oct 2019 05:48:09 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d9ff5dac3d6c42d5ad71001eedff67dc.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Emily Rose </dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Controlled burn]]></title><description><![CDATA[Controlled burn: A controlled or prescribed burn, also known as hazard reduction burning, backfire, swailing, or a burn-off, is a wildfire set intentionally for purposes of forest management, farming, prairie restoration or greenhouse gas abatement.* I left my husband when I was 26. We had been together for six years, years that were sometimes bad, but mostly good. We had a black shepherd-cross called Luna and a rented apartment in West Vancouver with high ceilings and fake wooden floors. For...]]></description><link>https://www.groundedmargins.com/post/controlled-burn</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5d7dbcac8903c2001749d669</guid><category><![CDATA[Adulthood]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 15 Sep 2019 04:31:26 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/5c1347_595027eadf4d4d37bbd7506ce9687315~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_849,h_668,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Emily Rose </dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Why we travel  ]]></title><description><![CDATA[“If we truly want to know the secret of soulful travel, we need to believe that there is something sacred waiting to be discovered in virtually every journey” - Art of the Pilgrimage Being a world-travelling spiritual warrior is somewhat of a rite of passage. Many of those privileged enough, on graduating high school or college, traipse off on one-way tickets with eyes and hearts wide open. Whether it’s Burning Man or a Contiki tour, we shed our familiar surroundings in favour of...]]></description><link>https://www.groundedmargins.com/post/why-we-travel</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5d1a99de8fdbd70016bc0653</guid><category><![CDATA[Adolescence]]></category><category><![CDATA[Adulthood]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jul 2019 00:07:30 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/5c1347_c1b2a61c56a34dc9990a6a72bea5d522~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_540,h_720,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Emily Rose </dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[We go anyway ]]></title><description><![CDATA[“Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.” - The Velveteen Rabbit. Cameron and I were halfway to nowhere with an adopted cat and a tent in the backseat of his maroon station wagon. The car had failed us a few times already, most recently a few days before 200kms from...]]></description><link>https://www.groundedmargins.com/post/northern-lights</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5cd7bc11fd3a43064a0678a6</guid><category><![CDATA[Adulthood]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 12 May 2019 06:25:50 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d9a7438eddd24637ada67df8d8c22765.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Emily Rose </dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Unimaginable light ]]></title><description><![CDATA[When I was pregnant, my midwife told me a story she said came from the Navaho. “When you are in labour, you don’t just enter another state of consciousness,” she said. “You leave your body and travel to the stars to collect your baby.” Labour has a tendency of distorting time: some moments are hazy, others are indelibly etched on your skin like a tattoo. It was the latter that I found myself in, twenty hours after labour started. In truth it was stalled: despite all my best efforts and...]]></description><link>https://www.groundedmargins.com/post/unimaginable-light</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5cc4075731a16102fb4859dc</guid><category><![CDATA[Birth]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 27 Apr 2019 07:43:04 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/5c1347_9c26fa33388b45e8aa627d205c1355e6~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_638,h_556,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Emily Rose </dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The invitation to heal ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Lately many people have asked me how they heal, as if there is some secret recipe for a tonic you can take and be cured. It’s almost impossible to answer, because what healing is, is different for everyone. And everyones healing journey is different, although our invitation to the path is always the same. This invitation is a gift, but our unwillingness to receive it is one of the biggest ways we avoid or sabotage our own healing. Because the invitation hurts. Why? The invitation is pain....]]></description><link>https://www.groundedmargins.com/post/the-invitation-to-heal</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5ca2fbb5ea221000157cc020</guid><category><![CDATA[Adulthood]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 02 Apr 2019 06:07:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/da1a8132cff64a40a18d539a5abdb1cf.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Emily Rose </dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[On motherhood ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Before I became a mum I had this idealised vision of what it would be about. Cute baby outfits, mums and bubs yoga, brunches. Of course everyone told me it was going to be hard. “Get used to never sleeping again,” I’d hear. “Your life will change forever,” they’d say without a smile. I used to think these misers were just raining on my parade. The sky is blue now, I’d think, rubbing my big belly. Why tell me about the storm? But damn. Then I had the baby. “I just want time to myself,” a mum...]]></description><link>https://www.groundedmargins.com/post/on-motherhood</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5ca2f1e884acb5005d6fe5b3</guid><category><![CDATA[Parenthood]]></category><category><![CDATA[Birth]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 02 Apr 2019 05:25:28 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/5c1347_0bc61e53ac1648889729a3d795a9ae80~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_960,h_874,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Emily Rose </dc:creator></item></channel></rss>