tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post85489419161008806..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: Shedding SkinElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-56381161110206381492016-06-30T16:19:38.767-07:002016-06-30T16:19:38.767-07:00I have always believed guilt to be counterproducti...I have always believed guilt to be counterproductive. But I do get the inadequate part of it. It is one of the words that could sum up my life. I wish you didn't feel that way but I am glad that we can share it together and know that others walk the same path. Birdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03479872783727855901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-78177321333042589932016-06-30T14:04:44.443-07:002016-06-30T14:04:44.443-07:00I never feel less guilty. I don't really feel ...I never feel less guilty. I don't really feel guilt. I always feel inadequate.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-68568040245471270992016-06-30T14:02:31.289-07:002016-06-30T14:02:31.289-07:00Gorgeous. Gorgeous. Vesuvius At Homehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02783271096885148080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-78208268876165673362016-06-29T20:25:32.381-07:002016-06-29T20:25:32.381-07:00We often feel less guilty when we share a sandwich...We often feel less guilty when we share a sandwich. And yet we remain warm in our homes, cozy while it all burns around us.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-77183607843724000032016-06-29T20:12:36.603-07:002016-06-29T20:12:36.603-07:00Los Angeles, a world. You, mysterious traveler and...Los Angeles, a world. You, mysterious traveler and interpreter to me, wandering in the simple unjointed woods on another coast. I marvel at the gray balls and skin. And everything else.Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06579979064302832829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-51799434835762266052016-06-29T19:02:37.653-07:002016-06-29T19:02:37.653-07:00How you see! How you see the world and put it into...How you see! How you see the world and put it into words, you are so gifted, Elizabeth.<br />It is a beautiful place and a very, very hard place that we live in. I can not imagine, really get into those shoes and feel what it's like to live "out there".<br />Even though I did it just one night. I wanted to see what it could be like. One night in my comfortable car, with no place to pee and no heat and not a soul to talk to or comfort me. What I learned - is that every single adult in this country should sleep in their car for one night, to feel the fear, and be immensely grateful that it is not the pavement that you are laying on. Your whole world will change, your understanding and your compassion will be other than what it has been.<br />There's no brag here, I just felt I owed it to them, so that I could feel what they felt like when I just walked past them. So that I could wake up to the truth.<br />Like you say, we need love and more love.livhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00091094639074377780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-25635580920586236212016-06-29T17:32:46.186-07:002016-06-29T17:32:46.186-07:00We are seeing tent cities here as well. It is disc...We are seeing tent cities here as well. It is disconcerting and brings up many hard questions with no easy answers. It makes my head and my heart hurt. <br />Birdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03479872783727855901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-67024509570152397172016-06-29T13:46:16.911-07:002016-06-29T13:46:16.911-07:00Gorgeous you. Gorgeous post. Gorgeous you. Gorgeous post. Denise Emanuel Clemenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10982725113569943337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-66358504496445398602016-06-29T11:35:03.441-07:002016-06-29T11:35:03.441-07:00Thank you for sharing your world and heart so beau...Thank you for sharing your world and heart so beautifully, Elizabeth. Always.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-44510354226415389492016-06-29T10:40:22.282-07:002016-06-29T10:40:22.282-07:00How can we, the generic, pretend we are the people...How can we, the generic, pretend we are the people we once may have been when any are homeless and hungry? Not the hallmark of greatness. Whatever it takes to keep us, the specific, present and available is perhaps the first assignment. Knowing the difference between this and that is the first step, a door. I take heart from how much you care and how beautifully you communicate what is almost too deep to know. xoMarylinn Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02759437467691163658noreply@blogger.com