tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post6545624924844692706..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: How We Do It: Part XIX of a SeriesElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-8048898992160461732012-12-01T06:47:39.336-08:002012-12-01T06:47:39.336-08:00Beautiful you, beautiful prose.Beautiful you, beautiful prose.Lesliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01221703763145912238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-49345250046581709602012-11-28T19:45:06.388-08:002012-11-28T19:45:06.388-08:00Just breathtaking.Just breathtaking.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10818795902981871173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-29792933503984870352012-11-28T15:31:57.746-08:002012-11-28T15:31:57.746-08:00You are too kind my dear. My husband would disagre...You are too kind my dear. My husband would disagree with your description of me and tell you that I am far too empassionate to be a sage. He would explain how I am all too eager to pick up that sword of righteousness and lop someone's head off. I think he may be right, altho I am trying to temper that emotion in my old age...I am just getting too tired to lift that heavy blade.L. Petershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09495560962339948104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-30727716314163689062012-11-28T07:25:20.977-08:002012-11-28T07:25:20.977-08:00Gorgeous writing from a gorgeous woman with a gorg...Gorgeous writing from a gorgeous woman with a gorgeous heart.Gbergerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08895779471612397202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-3111252936919634032012-11-28T06:34:13.918-08:002012-11-28T06:34:13.918-08:00Thinking of the Talking Heads Song "Letting t...Thinking of the Talking Heads Song "Letting the Days Go By." "How did I get here? This is not my beautiful house!"Taradharmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17665801586196931603noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-34472747130923970032012-11-28T05:52:47.259-08:002012-11-28T05:52:47.259-08:00eee, love this post. at times i wish i were not a ...eee, love this post. at times i wish i were not a parent at all and could roam the world at my leisure without the worry, the despair, the responsibility of motherhood. xoxoChristy Shakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00106761191160700997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-25597050841053441382012-11-27T23:16:46.097-08:002012-11-27T23:16:46.097-08:00Wow. That really is terrific. It conveys perfectly...Wow. That really is terrific. It conveys perfectly those moments when we're suddenly in touch with some deep part of our old selves, a part that maybe hadn't been touched in years, and we think, "How did I get here?"Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-10320522952663656752012-11-27T22:57:44.491-08:002012-11-27T22:57:44.491-08:00Gorgeous. Of course he was throwing rocks at your ...Gorgeous. Of course he was throwing rocks at your window.Ajaxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15272210468592329126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-55430790126045969382012-11-27T22:15:44.281-08:002012-11-27T22:15:44.281-08:00Yes, I see it now, Lisa -- but I hadn't until ...Yes, I see it now, Lisa -- but I hadn't until you pointed it out. And leave it to you to see the symbolism -- I look on you, sometimes, as a kind of sage -- a wise soul. Thank you, as always, for what you contribute.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-20077748701439616132012-11-27T22:14:39.056-08:002012-11-27T22:14:39.056-08:00Thank YOU, and welcome!Thank YOU, and welcome!Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-69450194509485348882012-11-27T22:14:19.457-08:002012-11-27T22:14:19.457-08:00Thank you so much for commenting, Michelle -- and ...Thank you so much for commenting, Michelle -- and for your kind words. I encourage you to write YOUR story -- your healing story, if you will. Please don't ever feel as if you need to have a right or a reason to comment -- this place is a community and all are welcome! Your words made my heart ache. I know.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-9298140682786871062012-11-27T22:12:57.045-08:002012-11-27T22:12:57.045-08:00Well, I don't know about the vanity, but he wa...Well, I don't know about the vanity, but he was prone to throwing pebbles at my window.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-24685485724607887872012-11-27T22:11:49.173-08:002012-11-27T22:11:49.173-08:00Thanks for commenting, Kris M! And I say to your g...Thanks for commenting, Kris M! And I say to your grandfather that there's always time!Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-17737686466475527942012-11-27T18:30:41.630-08:002012-11-27T18:30:41.630-08:00yes and yes. Who gave us permission to be in charg...yes and yes. Who gave us permission to be in charge of stuff? because whoever did is a fool.<br /><br />And yet here we are. I love reading you.Ramona Quimbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01308882206677929003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-63855888720063955552012-11-27T18:22:36.657-08:002012-11-27T18:22:36.657-08:00Haunting and lovely.
It gave me goosebumpsHaunting and lovely.<br /><br />It gave me goosebumpsNoanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01300868872496481473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-29060129866901462622012-11-27T17:04:47.877-08:002012-11-27T17:04:47.877-08:00these are always my favorites of yours. so, so, so...these are always my favorites of yours. so, so, so, so beautiful. damn, you're talented.gradydoctorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10639816377218206777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-84960333852450770992012-11-27T15:15:46.986-08:002012-11-27T15:15:46.986-08:00This is so beautiful and tender. The writing has t...This is so beautiful and tender. The writing has the same feeling as a still night with new snow. Sometimes I feel old, Elizabeth. And sometimes I feel I'm growing younger. Vesuvius At Homehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02783271096885148080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-49508695971937117632012-11-27T14:21:33.089-08:002012-11-27T14:21:33.089-08:00This photo of you so young and beautiful tilting y...This photo of you so young and beautiful tilting your head to one side and looking somewhat dreamy. The photo below of Sophie, so young and beautiful, tilting her head to the other side and looking somewhat dreamy. It is like a haunting mirror image, there is something so powerful about these photos. Tell me dear friend was this intentional?L. Petershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09495560962339948104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-27672967056354550242012-11-27T12:49:49.787-08:002012-11-27T12:49:49.787-08:00Like Michelle above, I read but don't comment,...Like Michelle above, I read but don't comment, but today, I just had to tell you that this is the most beautiful post, the most beautiful text. Thank you.Cathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05474262368342546734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-69195052972493922682012-11-27T12:16:31.370-08:002012-11-27T12:16:31.370-08:00Elizabeth, I read your posts regularly, and though...Elizabeth, I read your posts regularly, and though I am often moved by them and always so impressed with your talent for written expression, I have resisted commenting. Until today. As I sit here fighting back tears after reading this post, I must comment. <br /><br />I've not commented in the past because I didn't feel I had a right to. You and your lovely family go through so much, and my problems with my own daughter pale in comparison (not that it's a competition or a compare-and-contrast exercise).<br /><br />She is 14, and on top of all that comes with being a teenaged girl, which is difficult enough, she has mental health issues and a seemingly never-ending stream of inexplicable physical ailments -- nothing of the devastating, life-threatening, life-changing variety. Just a low-grade, slow drip of phone tag with doctors, appts to drive to, prescriptions to fill, side effects to endure, questions to raise about what is psychosomatic and what is real, and on and on. Again, nothing like what you deal with on a daily basis but it's my world and it's not easy. And, this is on top of a divorce a year ago, so I do this mostly as a single parent. <br /><br />As she and I walked back into our home this morning around 4am from the second emergency room visit in six days, all I could think of was being 18 again...or 22...or 30. <br />I wanted to ask her how she ever expects me to be able to find a new man to be with (already had to cancel my one-and-only date in many moons due to the first ER visit last week and now might have to cancel another one if she's not well soon).<br /><br />I wanted to ask her how I am supposed to earn a living and keep my rather demanding job when I can't get enough sleep to fuction.<br /><br />I wanted to ask her if she would pay the late fee on the credit card bill I forgot to pay yesterday because I was trying to work and nurse her and just couldn't do a third thing.<br /><br />But I didn't. I asked her if the pain was any better and if she needed water and if she was hungry. And I asked her to take off the clothes she'd worn to the hospital and put on fresh ones to sleep in so I could wash the germs off them. <br /><br />And I told myself that dating at age 50 and slogging through my job and paying bills was not going to be my reality for a while - at least until the sun came up. Until then I would be 18 or 22 or anything but where I was. I guess I was there with you.Michellenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-28116938628870828022012-11-27T10:51:49.178-08:002012-11-27T10:51:49.178-08:00The guitar player sounds interesting to me. But m...The guitar player sounds interesting to me. But maybe a trifle vain.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-82402177082985735892012-11-27T10:20:10.931-08:002012-11-27T10:20:10.931-08:00I love this post. I have been going through a bit ...I love this post. I have been going through a bit of a "mid life crisis" lately (cliche as it sounds). I look at my children and think, "Do you understand that I am a person too? Not just your mother. I deserve excitement, passion, fullfillment of dreams... just as you do." My grandpa used to say repeatedly that youth was wasted on the young. Damn...how right he was.<br />Kris MAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-17204336095259959602012-11-27T10:09:53.192-08:002012-11-27T10:09:53.192-08:00as always im left in awe of your writing. I so wi...as always im left in awe of your writing. I so wish I could have an ounce of your talent bc i feel this way too sometimes, but could never had articulated it so poetically. Alicia Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06244714478310893367noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-49297646655571268642012-11-27T10:07:42.802-08:002012-11-27T10:07:42.802-08:00This squeezed my heart.
It all passes in a blink....This squeezed my heart.<br /><br />It all passes in a blink. Craziness.<br /><br />You were beautiful then and you are beautiful now<br /><br />xoxoxomichellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09861251743062824891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-58561028121856215442012-11-27T09:48:57.509-08:002012-11-27T09:48:57.509-08:00this happens to me all the time. but i can't p...this happens to me all the time. but i can't put it down even a quarter as eloquently as you do. <br />i love your words, lady.kristahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07862447137460152226noreply@blogger.com