<?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[maryannburrows]]></title><description><![CDATA[Words for the Wounded Heart]]></description><link>https://www.maryannburrows.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2026 02:43:19 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.maryannburrows.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[The Ring ]]></title><description><![CDATA[On Saturday we gathered to celebrate and honour my father’s life. It’s been six months since he died. I moved through the hours with full hands and a full heart—preparing food, hugging strangers and relatives I hadn’t seen in years. I washed dishes, wiped counters, caught tears. I gave what I could: soft smiles, quiet presence, the steadiness of simply being there. When the celebration was over, I climbed into my car and felt it—that familiar tug. A whisper from my knowing voice grazed my...]]></description><link>https://www.maryannburrows.com/post/the-ring</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a585d5e4ee79d90036f7502</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2026 04:31:56 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d94903_54cd8c52a3e14f4b8444f93b7ee73146~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Mary Ann Burrows</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Landscape of Grief ]]></title><description><![CDATA[If grief were a landscape, it would be a rough and rugged terrain—one that shifts with the light, a scent, the time of day, the weight of a memory. Some days, it would be a dense fog rolling over a vacant field, where the horizon fades and every step forward feels uncertain. Other times, a shoreline after a storm, littered with scattered shells and lifeless sea creatures, the air heavy with salt and absence. Thanks for reading Little Bird Poet! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and...]]></description><link>https://www.maryannburrows.com/post/navigating-grief-healing-through-poetry-and-essays</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a582d1ef16fbd619a4bde6f</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2026 01:00:14 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d94903_c0338978b42c4d17a9c03e35cafae874~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_768,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Mary Ann Burrows</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Noticing]]></title><description><![CDATA[I noticed something the other day.Not in a grand or celebratory way,not marked by anything you could point to. Just a noticing.And for some reason, it felt like something to share. I have posted eighty-five articles here on Substack since I began a little over a year ago. Eighty-five times I have sat down, or stood in the kitchen, or pulled over somewhere on a rainy day, or opened a notebook, and followed something small and insistent asking to be heard. Not everything was clear. Not...]]></description><link>https://www.maryannburrows.com/post/finding-love-in-loss-a-journey-through-words</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a582d1a4ee79d90036f027c</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2026 01:00:11 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d94903_4e6d1f2292784abbbc4c0678dec29e26~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_768,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Mary Ann Burrows</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[When Friends Break Up]]></title><description><![CDATA[There are endings we’re able to recognize. A romance. A marriage. A job. A move. A death. And then there’s an ending no one quite knows how to hold, because it doesn’t come with a ceremony or a script. This post is about the loss of a friendship. The kind of loss that hurts. The kind that leaves cracks in the story of your life, and often follows you into your dreams for years. It’s also about the slow, honest work of letting those cracks become part of the story, filled not with denial, but...]]></description><link>https://www.maryannburrows.com/post/quiet-moments-reflections-on-life-love-and-grief</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a582d1a4ee79d90036f027a</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2026 01:00:10 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d94903_0a5c406230fa464282155b4c0d24f00a~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_768,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Mary Ann Burrows</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>