tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post2973347135024956782..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-89224159251714448272011-02-13T12:58:35.130-08:002011-02-13T12:58:35.130-08:00I also wake up with good intentions. What happens...I also wake up with good intentions. What happens to those sweet good intentions once I get up from bed?!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-91787759524186883862011-02-12T17:56:43.727-08:002011-02-12T17:56:43.727-08:00I wish I read this the day that you posted since I...I wish I read this the day that you posted since I'm sure so much has happened since then, that this is all but yet another day in the life. Still...I LOVE this post! You are able to capture so much depth and mundane, and swirl it together the way life really works. Your writing is a breath of fresh air, every time.Super Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07917021108021457178noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-71852468239636455272011-02-12T11:03:29.427-08:002011-02-12T11:03:29.427-08:00Of course your writing has us all RIGHT THERE with...Of course your writing has us all RIGHT THERE with you in these moments, which we can all relate to in one degree or another. Isn't it amazing how the small miracle of one human being reaching out with a kind word or gesture can turn the tide of misery, a little? I wonder what would happen if we all did this, if we were that sensitive to the hurts around us, every day. It reminds me of that poem you posted. The one about the people freezing and burning and nobody noticing...Lesliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01221703763145912238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-18352149801541179432011-02-12T08:52:16.097-08:002011-02-12T08:52:16.097-08:00i feel you.
that edge of separation. where the peo...i feel you.<br />that edge of separation. where the people around us seems to be in a cohesive groove, as we hang by a thread. and we look imploring into this world that seems so intact and capable...and wonder, do they even know how close we are to falling from the face of it all?<br /><br />oh elizabeth i wish i could lift you up high enough, above the weight of life so you could see how tied you are to beauty, love, courage, compassion. so you could see that you are all these polestars and more.<br /><br />i love you.rebeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05265802752790310923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-3484497653205625842011-02-12T08:15:15.109-08:002011-02-12T08:15:15.109-08:00Oh those days, I have been there. So easy to slip ...Oh those days, I have been there. So easy to slip into the rut when things just are always harder than we think they should be. Getting dressed is a trigger at our house too, and man....<br /><br />I love how a simple kindness can turn things around. <br /><br />And I seriously just saw your face in Carrie's comments and thought "what a great face." So it's not just the profile.fullsoulahead.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04053261523883986863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-27727444501313958842011-02-12T08:12:10.668-08:002011-02-12T08:12:10.668-08:00Oh Elizabeth I've had those days (too many) wh...Oh Elizabeth I've had those days (too many) where I yell and yell all morning and then am saved later by a kindness or just an opportunity to acknowledge aloud to another person how shitty things are sometimes. I love that her sweet words and kind ear lifted a bit of the weight of it all. There is just too much to be concerned about right now and you are so good at writing about it all.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11399324383367077919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-9298475367398472622011-02-12T04:50:02.369-08:002011-02-12T04:50:02.369-08:00I'm not so good at voicing the difficult thing...I'm not so good at voicing the difficult things. You are. And you make a semblance of sense about them - if sense can ever really be made.Lovely Worldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09638494377600184295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-63480266701684871272011-02-12T00:14:58.541-08:002011-02-12T00:14:58.541-08:00geniusgeniusAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-475275791732554302011-02-11T18:23:35.444-08:002011-02-11T18:23:35.444-08:00I love your stream-of-consciousness posts. I know ...I love your stream-of-consciousness posts. I know it was not a happy morning, but your description of it had me laughing out loud, because what mother doesn't know the resolve to be kinder, nicer, more patient - and what mother has not had that resolve blow up in her face a few moments into the day? It was funny because it's true - true of all of us, at some point, in our own ways.<br />I'm sorry that it's so darn difficult some days. I'm thankful that you met an "angel" when you needed one in the store. You are beautiful - and kind, funny, generous and valiant, too.Gbergerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08895779471612397202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-57927506007559269662011-02-11T16:34:47.453-08:002011-02-11T16:34:47.453-08:00On another note, somebody sent me this funny.
De...On another note, somebody sent me this funny.<br /><br /><br />Dear Scissors,<br /><br />I feel your pain.....no one wants to run with me either.<br />Sincerely,<br /><br />Sarah Palin<br /><br /><br />Feel better?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-81471168929483774822011-02-11T16:33:28.255-08:002011-02-11T16:33:28.255-08:00Been there, done that. You need more help with So...Been there, done that. You need more help with Sophie and I know there isn't such a thing in California right now. Wish I could help sweetie. <br /><br />Don't let the bastards grind you down.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-86854356628094866182011-02-11T15:48:29.726-08:002011-02-11T15:48:29.726-08:00I often feel this raw and don't have the energ...I often feel this raw and don't have the energy to post. <br /><br />Thanks for making me feel more normal. <br /><br />We are all superwomen. xocheatymoonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06328903955238115971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-24142824131607345432011-02-11T14:13:20.734-08:002011-02-11T14:13:20.734-08:00This is my life as well. And what's with these...This is my life as well. And what's with these school days? The Boy goes to private. The Baby public. They have half days all the time but never on the same day. They have days off all the time but never on the same day. And one more thing? Bacon on donuts? Never herd of it.SECRET PEPPER PERSON:https://www.blogger.com/profile/06434583043459305729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-40813663715089167052011-02-11T12:57:23.897-08:002011-02-11T12:57:23.897-08:00I love your candidness. Me? I've never been kn...I love your candidness. Me? I've never been known to refuse bacon on anything.<br /><br />(love Angella's heartfelt comment and so agree)Tess Kincaidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04889725786678984293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-21366117461228248892011-02-11T12:54:11.315-08:002011-02-11T12:54:11.315-08:00Thanks for posting this. I relate. Mornings are ...Thanks for posting this. I relate. Mornings are the hardest for me. Thanks again. <br />And I can appreciate the bacon doughnut as well ... is it just me or is bacon going into all kinds of foods that it shouldn't lately?! Bacon chocolate was about it for me - now I'm a vegetarian (on most days).Carrie Turnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11868993492784167494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-42210497412369657592011-02-11T12:25:12.296-08:002011-02-11T12:25:12.296-08:00So. So. Sorry. I wish I could help. But I know I c...So. So. Sorry. I wish I could help. But I know I can't. Or maybe I could. Let me know. We could at least do another blogger night out soon, I could certainly use it too. <br /><br />And I must say, I'm dying to know where you got that bacon donut.gretchenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00952840544630534206noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-17566193108560350582011-02-11T10:59:48.957-08:002011-02-11T10:59:48.957-08:00I am with Shanna on this, because some days all we...I am with Shanna on this, because some days all we have is the (literal or proverbial) bacon doughnut -- are you sure it sucked? I'm sorry for your crap day. I don't think it was a coincidence that your sweet (and observant) friend was in your path!Lisa Lilienthalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03152500885897993371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-65012620823747788882011-02-11T09:56:18.584-08:002011-02-11T09:56:18.584-08:00I think you are a very brave person. Just read an...I think you are a very brave person. Just read an article, Teachings on Bravery, by Pema Chodron and her words came to mind as I read your post. <br /><br />What produces a genuine person is being open to not feeling okay. <br /><br />Becoming more in touch with ourselves gives birth to enormous appreciation for the world and for other people. It can sound corny, but you feel grateful for the beauty of the world. <br /><br />And it all comes from touching that shakiness within and being willing to be present with it.<br /><br />Pema Chodron<br /><br />That said, I am sorry about your tough day and mostly, I am sorry about that donut.Noanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01300868872496481473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-19146766328674312822011-02-11T09:21:20.428-08:002011-02-11T09:21:20.428-08:00Wait, the bacon doughnut was disgusting? We'r...Wait, the bacon doughnut was disgusting? We're fucked.Sue Donimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12542966615529128273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-72487951634801415992011-02-11T09:02:56.763-08:002011-02-11T09:02:56.763-08:00If it helps, I reposted the information from your ...If it helps, I reposted the information from your blog on my FB page and urged everyone I know to take action. <br /><br />If it helps, I am sending you love and light from way up here in the cold Pacific NW.<br /><br />If it helps, I hope that today is a better day and that you know your efforts are not in vain. <br /><br />Love.kariohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10150537989886423212noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-73877581126909306972011-02-11T08:25:23.809-08:002011-02-11T08:25:23.809-08:00Oh Elizabeth. I do not know how you manage. Someti...Oh Elizabeth. I do not know how you manage. Sometimes fate is on your side and presents you with something like a kind and generous person right at the moment you needed her.Sandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-36345882129422046192011-02-11T08:07:18.970-08:002011-02-11T08:07:18.970-08:00I feel like you are in my head with this post. You...I feel like you are in my head with this post. You perfectly captured those moments when it is all too much and we are dangerously on the brink....<br /><br />I'm glad you ran into and were honest wiht the woman in the grocery store. She pulled you back from the brink. Someone always does. <br /><br />Or at least someone always has so farMaggie Worldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12578683202372124444noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-27595837977672891542011-02-11T08:01:37.794-08:002011-02-11T08:01:37.794-08:00Elizabeth,
How did you just do this?
your writing...Elizabeth,<br />How did you just do this?<br /><br />your writing completely does me in.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15924061349390319473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-78167067667286154562011-02-11T07:37:50.888-08:002011-02-11T07:37:50.888-08:00It is SO HARD to let it go sometimes but it feels ...It is SO HARD to let it go sometimes but it feels much better when you do, doesn't it? I have to laugh at myself sometimes when I find myself yelling, "Stop yelling at me! I hate it when you yell all the time!"Blue Galhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03029825683981603205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-70611166142492408662011-02-11T07:37:11.818-08:002011-02-11T07:37:11.818-08:00Elizabeth, there is no way for me to tell you how ...Elizabeth, there is no way for me to tell you how beautiful I think you are. And when you "let go" and let the words come to tell us about it, you are all the more beautiful and your humanness, your ability to get up even as you are letting go knocks me to my knees.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.com