<?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[Ingrid Jansen-Neeling]]></title><description><![CDATA[Ingrid Jansen-Neeling]]></description><link>https://www.ingridjansenneeling.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Thu, 23 Jul 2026 04:25:08 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.ingridjansenneeling.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Welcome]]></title><description><![CDATA[I've come to realise that I spend a lot of my life noticing things.  Over the years I have found myself returning to the same kinds of questions, although they rarely arrive in the same way. Sometimes they emerge through research or conversations with colleagues. Sometimes they appear while walking through the bush, visiting a small community, reading a novel, standing in front of a painting, or watching children make sense of the world. Just as often they arrive unexpectedly, hidden inside...]]></description><link>https://www.ingridjansenneeling.com/post/welcome</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a5b5fe9e447e3bde586edb6</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2026 11:14:38 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Ingrid Jansen-Neeling</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>