tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post3308877763941858275..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: What did I know about anything?Elizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-51492344130778906402017-10-12T10:10:53.889-07:002017-10-12T10:10:53.889-07:00Gorgeous post.Gorgeous post.Carrie Wilson Linkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01586157395539583862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-25989090304435274672017-10-10T20:09:15.411-07:002017-10-10T20:09:15.411-07:00"It only takes a few trees on fire, sun-dappl..."It only takes a few trees on fire, sun-dappled leaves, just so, to make me eighteen again and wistful. The word hesitant. The word restless. The word yearn". --- I loved that passage so much that I cut and paste it into an email to myself. So, I can read it again tmw - in the morning light with a cup of coffee in my hand. ❤️Noanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01300868872496481473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-34523899470854296432017-10-10T19:18:50.654-07:002017-10-10T19:18:50.654-07:00Oh gosh.Oh gosh.Vesuvius At Homehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02783271096885148080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-2000367274855920222017-10-10T14:00:00.267-07:002017-10-10T14:00:00.267-07:00Perfect.
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BarbaraPerfect.<br />Xoxo<br />BarbaraAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-85881874300497921572017-10-10T12:13:45.162-07:002017-10-10T12:13:45.162-07:00I love that you don't just motor through these...I love that you don't just motor through these experiences and bring your "mom" self, but that you really stop and inhabit them with your whole self. Thank you for inspiring me to do the same. And thank you for the gorgeous photos. Love to you and Henry.Kariohttp://www.the-writing-life.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-41700267824950769192017-10-10T11:14:09.938-07:002017-10-10T11:14:09.938-07:00That perspective that only time, experience and lo...That perspective that only time, experience and love can give you. Love and awareness of loss. and possibility. our lives circumscribed and metered, his more open, more improvisational. And so we beat on.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12024781247011540855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-24583437740446714772017-10-10T09:31:29.550-07:002017-10-10T09:31:29.550-07:00I'm always amazed at the power of memories. Sw...I'm always amazed at the power of memories. Sweet and sour all at once.Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03052375488090209961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-67184316542175895102017-10-10T07:55:39.795-07:002017-10-10T07:55:39.795-07:00I feel you. Autumn. Even here in Sunny California,...I feel you. Autumn. Even here in Sunny California, it arrives and there is no escaping the melancholia. That poem...<br />XXOOplantingalongtheverge.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13899341805908954700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-37805320048376090672017-10-10T06:18:33.248-07:002017-10-10T06:18:33.248-07:00When I went away to college I entered the first hu...When I went away to college I entered the first huge depression of my life and did not really get out of it for a few years. I didn't realize that then, but looking back, that's what was happening. I can remember listening endlessly to Joni Mitchell and embroidering a shirt for the boyfriend I'd left behind, trying to convince myself that what I was feeling was simply what maturing felt like. So there is no wistfulness for me about that time. None at all. I may as well have been on the surface of the moon as in Denver, Colorado, so far from the south. Sometimes it is hard for me to actually realize that some people, maybe most! look back on those days of college with fondness, with memories which invoke nostalgia and not pure pain. <br />You and Henry are beautiful. <br />And Billy Collins, always. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-69214601005539076812017-10-10T06:08:16.397-07:002017-10-10T06:08:16.397-07:00Also, their beauty. Sometimes it makes me ache. I&...Also, their beauty. Sometimes it makes me ache. I'm not completely sure why.37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-32053386817980618412017-10-10T06:07:47.785-07:002017-10-10T06:07:47.785-07:00Ah, Elizabeth, I know intimately what you mean her...Ah, Elizabeth, I know intimately what you mean here. I felt it as a kind of nostalgia, a yearning for a time that was lost, a self that was almost forgotten, regret that I understood so little of what I had before me then. The feeling doesn't really go away, at least not for me. We relive our own youths in mind as we watch our children live theirs. We know how short, how fleeting it is. I think that makes us sad. 37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-9769630335495266212017-10-10T05:48:35.504-07:002017-10-10T05:48:35.504-07:00Autumn is a wistful time, even without the new sep...Autumn is a wistful time, even without the new separations that come with a son going off to college. I can see how you would be wistful on many levels. Beautiful pictures! I hope Henry is settling in well.Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-10785991563193434872017-10-10T04:52:26.831-07:002017-10-10T04:52:26.831-07:00My middle daughter was here this weekend with her ...My middle daughter was here this weekend with her boyfriend, for Thanksgiving. It was wonderful to see her and she's happy which is even better. But I do miss her. She lives in Vancouver and I want to tell her to move back home but I can't because she has a life and she has to live it. I lived mine. But I miss her so. Our children, they come disguised as babies but in reality they are people. My life so farhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16721270441968035994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-42376815149893675382017-10-10T04:05:28.684-07:002017-10-10T04:05:28.684-07:00please keep writing about this time in life with o...please keep writing about this time in life with our launching children/young adults. i am in the same place and you keep hitting the nail on the head. so beautiful. thank you. lisa oramhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18428045735366859147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-61988914288332235472017-10-10T00:59:59.431-07:002017-10-10T00:59:59.431-07:00Would I do it again? Only as someone else, I guess...Would I do it again? Only as someone else, I guess... <br /><br />Beautiful post. Johttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08988685736635515808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-10754282542316012142017-10-10T00:10:30.211-07:002017-10-10T00:10:30.211-07:00Ah, Billy Collins!Ah, Billy Collins!Adelaide Duponthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01490123934889071074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-29977879850721977082017-10-09T23:07:59.572-07:002017-10-09T23:07:59.572-07:00That is a beautiful Poem, and Autumn where your So...That is a beautiful Poem, and Autumn where your Son is looks breath taking, I'm Glad you got to spend some time with him and experience the full range of emotion you felt. So long as I am 'feeling' anything it is a good thing.Bohemianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.com