<?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[4theloveofbeings]]></title><description><![CDATA[Linda Breen]]></description><link>https://www.wildwhalewoman.com/home</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2026 10:45:42 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.wildwhalewoman.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[“Come to Cyprus,” They said]]></title><description><![CDATA[Come to Cyprus, they said.

It’ll be lovely, they said.

Sunshine. Sea views. A slower pace of life.
]]></description><link>https://www.wildwhalewoman.com/post/come-to-cyprus-they-said</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a13487e65e6deef38295a00</guid><category><![CDATA[Escapades with Sage]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2026 23:32:10 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Linda Breen</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Tale of Conviction in the midst of Chaos]]></title><description><![CDATA[I knew it was ours the moment I stepped through the front door. The signs came thick and fast, confirming what I already felt.



So when the wildfire tore through the surrounding countryside - destroying homes in our village just six weeks after we moved in - my conviction didn’t budge.



Five weeks later, when an arsonist set fire to the house next door and we nearly lost ours again - my conviction still didn’t budge in the midst of all the chaos.]]></description><link>https://www.wildwhalewoman.com/post/a-tale-of-conviction-in-the-midst-of-chaos</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f743d8384eb6d61abb411a</guid><category><![CDATA[The Watcher]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2026 19:01:30 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Linda Breen</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Brooch - A Trophy of Honour]]></title><description><![CDATA[A brooch of great beauty sits in my chest

Like a medal, hard won for doing my best

A trophy of honour, I wear with some pride

As battered]]></description><link>https://www.wildwhalewoman.com/post/brooch-a-trophy-of-honour</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69a5ea7d8e65be2d1bd346ed</guid><category><![CDATA[Whale Song]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2026 18:46:02 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Linda Breen</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Fragrance and Beauty]]></title><description><![CDATA[I nurture these plants

Each and every day.

I water and prune,

And take dead heads away.



They share their beauty,

Which I clearly see,

As they fragrance my room

So delicately.


The Universe knows

I’ll tend and take care,

But also knows

The barrenness there.]]></description><link>https://www.wildwhalewoman.com/post/fragrance-and-beauty</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5ddbfbe60c6c460018b995ce</guid><category><![CDATA[Whale Song]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2026 11:41:14 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Linda Breen</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Bag of Burdens - According to Sage]]></title><description><![CDATA[She often pictured people as giant tortoises.


And when the contents of their bags became too much, said tortoises would find themselves flipped onto their backs - legs flailing, dignity abandoned.


Luckily, much like actual tortoises, humans tend to gather around the afflicted - offering advice, hugs, and a cup of tea.



The latter, of course, being a medically unproven but culturally undeniable cure for most things in the UK.

It was, however, only ever temporary.]]></description><link>https://www.wildwhalewoman.com/post/the-bag-according-to-sage</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f9e9d46d919e5ce8701c0b</guid><category><![CDATA[Escapades with Sage]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 06 May 2026 09:08:56 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Linda Breen</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Watcher: The Moments between Moving and Leaving]]></title><description><![CDATA[There are moments in a life so traumatic
the mind cannot hold them -
and so it places them somewhere deep within us,
beyond feeling
]]></description><link>https://www.wildwhalewoman.com/post/the-watcher-the-moments-between-moving-and-leaving</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f8edbd808bacbfb075969d</guid><category><![CDATA[The Watcher]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 04 May 2026 19:37:31 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Linda Breen</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Bag of Burdens]]></title><description><![CDATA[The bags were metaphorical - and yet, deeply real.

She was aware of the contradiction, and accepted it.



They held the things people struggled to carry openly.

Unexpressed grief. Resentment. Unforgiveness.

Feelings of lack. Anger. Hatred. Overwhelm. Disappointment.



All placed carefully inside.



Everyone carried one.



Even the most prominent gurus.



They resembled rucksacks, really - but bag of burden was her preferred term.]]></description><link>https://www.wildwhalewoman.com/post/the-bag-of-burdens</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69cac18dd1d6d2cc935b8548</guid><category><![CDATA[The Watcher]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2026 13:28:30 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Linda Breen</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Thinking Cap]]></title><description><![CDATA[The counsellor was troubled as this wasn’t the first Thinking Cap that she had seen. She knew that she was up against it, in persuading ..]]></description><link>https://www.wildwhalewoman.com/post/the-thinking-cap</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5ddbf749a0bc250017e5bcbe</guid><category><![CDATA[Stories]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 02 May 2026 18:27:17 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Linda Breen</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Coffee, Books and a State of MInd]]></title><description><![CDATA[Certainly not the sort of books that lift my spirits.



If I read one, I’d be looking over my shoulder - startled by mirrors, my own shadow, and the dark.

I’d be chewing whole bulbs of garlic, wearing a cross, and battening down the windows at night!



It did make me wonder…

are these books a reflection of our collective mindset?]]></description><link>https://www.wildwhalewoman.com/post/coffee-books-and-a-state-of-mind</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69c2dc9f47bdab55d8af180d</guid><category><![CDATA[Musings]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2026 09:20:58 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Linda Breen</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Spirals]]></title><description><![CDATA[She realised the folly of her choice  - if she was honest - chickening out - would’ve come with a huge price tag.



It would’ve meant explaining that such events made her feel uncomfortable and in the process of that seeming like she was judging others - maybe she was!]]></description><link>https://www.wildwhalewoman.com/post/spirals</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69adb46f9df7b5aa9b4fa0d8</guid><category><![CDATA[Escapades with Sage]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2026 09:14:00 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Linda Breen</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The apron]]></title><description><![CDATA[Who are we when our children leave the nest?

What part shall we play in society’s quest?

There’s a wardrobe of gowns if you open the door.

I found mine. I hope you find yours.]]></description><link>https://www.wildwhalewoman.com/post/the-apron</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69a5e9338e65be2d1bd3467f</guid><category><![CDATA[Stories]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2026 08:36:05 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Linda Breen</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Squeak, squeak]]></title><description><![CDATA[I am White Wolf - fierce and strong
A noble woman
Protecting the young.]]></description><link>https://www.wildwhalewoman.com/post/squeak-squeak</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69a5eb5f8e65be2d1bd34749</guid><category><![CDATA[Whale Song]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 17 Apr 2026 08:30:37 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Linda Breen</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Sybil and Sonya]]></title><description><![CDATA[“Who is the lady in the photograph?”
Sybil stared at the picture again.

“There isn’t a lady,” she replied.
At least, not one she could see.

But David insisted there was.

He believed the figure in the photograph was the spirit of a woman who had not yet found her way onward.]]></description><link>https://www.wildwhalewoman.com/post/sybil-and-sonya</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69adb78c9df7b5aa9b4fa34f</guid><category><![CDATA[Musings]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2026 17:21:25 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Linda Breen</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Tale of the Ravaged Mountain (wildfires)]]></title><description><![CDATA[ As she drove higher up the mountain, the smell of soot clung to her nostrils. With a heavy heart, she saw the mountains that once made her heart sing now laden with ash. The landscape felt alien — and yet heartbreakingly familiar.]]></description><link>https://www.wildwhalewoman.com/post/the-tale-of-the-ravaged-land-wildfires</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69a5f3e58e65be2d1bd34b86</guid><category><![CDATA[The Watcher]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2026 17:04:06 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Linda Breen</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Disappearing Bikini Briefs!]]></title><description><![CDATA[She had been wearing bikini briefs.

Yes.

No doubt about it.

So where were they now?
They had… disappeared.

Completely.

Gone.

Sage froze.

How could this be?

She was fairly confident she would have noticed someone removing them.]]></description><link>https://www.wildwhalewoman.com/post/the-disappearing-bikini-briefs</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69c40a7047bdab55d8af986c</guid><category><![CDATA[Escapades with Sage]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2026 16:58:10 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Linda Breen</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Water - Intoxication]]></title><description><![CDATA[She is wondrously life giving. She is icy cold and foreboding.]]></description><link>https://www.wildwhalewoman.com/post/water-intoxication</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5ddbfe2a0924f70017087b2d</guid><category><![CDATA[Whale Song]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2026 16:44:39 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Linda Breen</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Wandering Pen]]></title><description><![CDATA[Let go of what? I retort madly
There's nothing as frustrating
As doing really badly]]></description><link>https://www.wildwhalewoman.com/post/the-wandering-pen</link><guid isPermaLink="false">5ddbf1d90b22c40017e37ce2</guid><category><![CDATA[Whale Song]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2026 16:41:02 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Linda Breen</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Clapping for the Universe (Volume Control Optional)]]></title><description><![CDATA[Now, Sage developed a rather strange notion…



That the soft claps would only attract local spirits.



And if she wanted to get the attention of those in Australia, China, or Tibet… she would need to clap much louder.]]></description><link>https://www.wildwhalewoman.com/post/clapping-for-the-universe-volume-control-optional</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69c4094147bdab55d8af97fd</guid><category><![CDATA[Escapades with Sage]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2026 16:37:00 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Linda Breen</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Rag and the Rabbit]]></title><description><![CDATA[This is the tale of how a rag turned into a rabbit — and helped me heal my inner child.]]></description><link>https://www.wildwhalewoman.com/post/the-rag-and-the-rabbit</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69addba69df7b5aa9b4fb8f3</guid><category><![CDATA[Stories]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2026 16:21:00 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Linda Breen</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Beatrix and the Boots]]></title><description><![CDATA[She would not like to wear open-toed sandals nowadays, as her toes had bent slightly and she had the start of a bunion.]]></description><link>https://www.wildwhalewoman.com/post/beatrix-and-the-boots</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69b3123fc801909b1d3cb502</guid><category><![CDATA[Stories]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 28 Mar 2026 15:03:46 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Linda Breen</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>