<?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[WÓWAUŊŠILA]]></title><description><![CDATA[Compassionate Connections, Healing Hearts Together]]></description><link>https://www.wowaunsila.org/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2026 20:29:13 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.wowaunsila.org/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[The Ring On My Right Hand]]></title><description><![CDATA[Some things can be beautiful without being meant to last forever. A reflection on love, loss, choosing yourself, and the unexpected gifts that sometimes come from endings.]]></description><link>https://www.wowaunsila.org/post/the-ring-on-my-right-hand</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a8e2a476332daeb5c528626</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2026 08:24:47 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d8823e_9d1654a2660d4d9eac8fc408fd4a4879~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>kimberlylongbrake</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Grief &#38; Hope Under the Same Sky]]></title><description><![CDATA[Two Moments. Two Reminders. One Promise. One evening, I was sitting beneath a summer sky when I saw a shooting star. Immediately, I thought about my mom. And for a moment, what I felt was grief. I missed her. I thought about the conversations we would never have. The memories we would never make. The things I wish I could tell her now. I wished she were still here. It is amazing how grief can do that. You can be going about your life, believing you are doing just fine, and then something as...]]></description><link>https://www.wowaunsila.org/post/grief-hope-under-the-same-sky</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a7a494aecb2cb929ff79e1f</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2026 22:19:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d8823e_43181607911e4a93bc2ffd66efe925c8~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>kimberlylongbrake</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Five Shovels]]></title><description><![CDATA[Let me tell you about the day that changed my life. It was January. Cold. The kind of cold where you don't want to stand outside any longer than you absolutely have to. We had a burial that day, and I was still fairly new to funeral service. I was learning, and one of the people I learned from was a man named Jasper Ironcloud. Jasper had been in funeral service for forty-five years. He knew families. He knew communities. He knew traditions. And he knew things about funeral service that you...]]></description><link>https://www.wowaunsila.org/post/the-five-shovels</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a77fc4a2dc76a37da42d525</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Aug 2026 13:54:29 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d8823e_4ffefe54b3b84bb988ee05208f4d8f5f~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>kimberlylongbrake</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>