<?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[Meadowlark Therapies]]></title><description><![CDATA[Meadowlark Therapies]]></description><link>https://www.meadowlarktherapies.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2026 07:51:45 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.meadowlarktherapies.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[A Mare's Purpose]]></title><description><![CDATA[Penny has always run toward what most horses flee. A strange sound at the fence line, an unfamiliar person, something moving at the edge of the pasture (usually the sandhill cranes). Where other horses startle and withdraw, she moves toward. I have been told this about myself too, in various ways, by various people, not always as a compliment. Sometimes it is due to a long history of being told to ignore my perceptions. But in the case of Penny, it is something else. It took me a long time to...]]></description><link>https://www.meadowlarktherapies.com/post/a-mare-s-purpose</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a2616511f44c606b37cff73</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2026 01:15:37 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/148996_0a93ae7d2dec4dfa98969d109f051443~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>kellylynnob</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>