tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post8480683167399270296..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: The DanceElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-28086026310411096822010-12-09T06:46:42.804-08:002010-12-09T06:46:42.804-08:00Grand to slip into your stream of consciousness ri...Grand to slip into your stream of consciousness river of wonderful words, and share the red shoes and dance along. Fierce. Ecstatic. Real. Thank you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-5975618782329094612010-12-09T06:23:34.865-08:002010-12-09T06:23:34.865-08:00The photo speaks the words. Your words speak the f...The photo speaks the words. Your words speak the feeling of the joy of dancing in red shoes with the beautiful boy.Sandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13915962999372304054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-28136226816256861982010-12-09T04:55:26.138-08:002010-12-09T04:55:26.138-08:00What a day, what a dance, red shoes and your boy!What a day, what a dance, red shoes and your boy!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-84450935948445736862010-12-08T20:45:53.772-08:002010-12-08T20:45:53.772-08:00Some powerful visuals in your stream of consciousn...Some powerful visuals in your stream of consciousness, Elizabeth. Life certainly has its swings from one extreme to the other.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01508114700180229059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-91036785478744861822010-12-07T21:35:49.956-08:002010-12-07T21:35:49.956-08:00Pure beauty.Pure beauty.erikahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03048369118376287016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-8541118701964521892010-12-07T20:16:50.440-08:002010-12-07T20:16:50.440-08:00The pendulum swings...so glad you had the high to ...The pendulum swings...so glad you had the high to balance the low.<br /><br /><br />I'm surprised you don't have plate-smashing rages more often.Kathleen Scotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10868566314392048880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-30292523624167040392010-12-07T19:52:55.595-08:002010-12-07T19:52:55.595-08:00beautiful writing.beautiful writing.jeneva22https://www.blogger.com/profile/14796890614666454443noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-52726432435968836022010-12-07T19:06:25.367-08:002010-12-07T19:06:25.367-08:00Your writing is exquisite. Ahhh, I've been in ...Your writing is exquisite. Ahhh, I've been in this place, too..."my spirit shrunk back upon itself like a casing." And I've had the strange, unexpected gift of love and grace after... I'm so glad for the "cranes that swooped through, broken-winged with the intention to fly..." <br /><br />you are so lovely.Lesliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01221703763145912238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-31564135133401411152010-12-07T14:35:55.312-08:002010-12-07T14:35:55.312-08:00Holy shit. No, really, holy shit. No accidents tha...Holy shit. No, really, holy shit. No accidents that after a good rage came the peace.Carrie Wilson Linkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01586157395539583862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-14106186425684662292010-12-07T11:43:08.542-08:002010-12-07T11:43:08.542-08:00I love that photo, and am grateful that the night ...I love that photo, and am grateful that the night turned to day again. I wonder if you know how much I love you.Gbergerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08895779471612397202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-89064988264497694942010-12-07T10:50:46.816-08:002010-12-07T10:50:46.816-08:00Well... I know the place you were in. That's a...Well... I know the place you were in. That's all can say. Except maybe that I go to that place as well.SECRET PEPPER PERSON:https://www.blogger.com/profile/06434583043459305729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-43604013929215496692010-12-07T10:23:35.001-08:002010-12-07T10:23:35.001-08:00even for a moment
can mean all the world.
I want...even for a moment <br />can mean all the world.<br /><br />I want to read this again and again.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15924061349390319473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-34115142173553027962010-12-07T09:18:42.669-08:002010-12-07T09:18:42.669-08:00Your post reminded me of a verse of a song, Lord o...Your post reminded me of a verse of a song, Lord of the Dance, which is sung to that Shaker tune of "Tis a gift to be simple":<br /><br />I danced on a Friday when the sky turned black<br />It's hard to dance with the devil on your back<br />They buried my body & they thought I'd gone<br />But I am the Dance & I still go on!Super Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07917021108021457178noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-77851685944391913382010-12-07T08:51:58.998-08:002010-12-07T08:51:58.998-08:00Time, perspective, energy shifts. Why is life so m...Time, perspective, energy shifts. Why is life so mysterious. We watched Diary of a Wimpy Kid last night. There is a scene with a mother son dance. Priceless.Lovely Worldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09638494377600184295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-65183327591589983312010-12-07T07:42:48.848-08:002010-12-07T07:42:48.848-08:00Raw and beautiful. (and no coincidence that the w...Raw and beautiful. (and no coincidence that the word verification is "pain.")kariohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10150537989886423212noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-22981569406406119502010-12-07T07:23:30.096-08:002010-12-07T07:23:30.096-08:00So lovely.So lovely.Christinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09687586555108712164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-78897861685852442312010-12-07T07:20:11.762-08:002010-12-07T07:20:11.762-08:00truly.
goose bumps.
tears.
unimaginable JOY
filli...truly.<br />goose bumps.<br />tears.<br />unimaginable JOY<br />filling me,<br />from YOU...<br />crashing into the very STARS<br />and making beautiful<br />light,<br />everywhere.<br />xoxoxoxoxoxoxo,<br />rebeccarebeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05265802752790310923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-78220654787714007702010-12-07T07:19:33.990-08:002010-12-07T07:19:33.990-08:00I have a philosophy which is that you cannot have ...I have a philosophy which is that you cannot have a bad time wearing red shoes. We should wear red shoes all the time, darling Elizabeth.<br />I am so glad that picture was taken. I am so glad I could see your moment of joy in the midst of it all.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-16921701725146143132010-12-07T07:18:22.547-08:002010-12-07T07:18:22.547-08:00Reading your post makes me wish I had been there w...Reading your post makes me wish I had been there with a crane. Some lyrics from a song came into my head "....let it be a dance we do. May I have this dance with you? Through the good times and the bad times, too, let it be a dance we do." I don't recall the name of the song or the rest of the lyrics. But what I do remember, seems appropriate.From the Kitchenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00789641912016566894noreply@blogger.com