<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[&#039;Homecoming&#039; Blog]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[https://homecomingbook.wordpress.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[sueannbowlingauthor]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://homecomingbook.wordpress.com/author/sueannbowlingauthor/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[Jarn&#8217;s Journal Year 58 Day&nbsp;102]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<p><em>My apologies for being late this morning; yesterday I was busy making some of the arrangements necessary to fly to Anchorage with a portable oxygen concentrator for a doctor&#8217;s appointment. More phone calls today on the details, but I have the basics at this point.</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>Year 58 Day 102</em></p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Five years ago, WildDog&#8217;s plea to transfer some of my power to him via his mate was a shock to me as well as to the rest of the group. True, a number of the other male shamans made the sams request later, but I think the main motivation was not letting WildDog get ahead of them. A year after that, them woman who were leaders in their own right decided that they, too, wanted whatever power I could give them.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Today there are only a few holdouts. I even find myself looking forward to this new duty.</p>
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