tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post8912569765904511157..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: Tuesday AfternoonElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-25917624779296556112017-09-21T05:54:36.208-07:002017-09-21T05:54:36.208-07:00Yes. Exactly. So well said. If our own suffering d...Yes. Exactly. So well said. If our own suffering doesn't connect us to others' suffering, then, truly, "What's it all about?"Carrie Wilson Linkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01586157395539583862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-16381124937095049742017-09-20T19:13:57.606-07:002017-09-20T19:13:57.606-07:00I just gave a dharma talk on mudita, sympathetic j...I just gave a dharma talk on mudita, sympathetic joy. Happiness for another. In spite of the fuckery. In honor of your brilliant toes, I'm gonna go get me some tomorrow. <br /><br />Shine on, bright one, shine on.<br /><br />Love, Bethbeth coyotehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04671290135595711572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-39900909438813239512017-09-20T12:29:44.931-07:002017-09-20T12:29:44.931-07:00Despite everything indeed, Life must go on... Pret...Despite everything indeed, Life must go on... Pretty Toenails helps!Bohemianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-57174624025989815462017-09-20T11:41:13.666-07:002017-09-20T11:41:13.666-07:00What's it all about? Now that is the essential...What's it all about? Now that is the essential question. The mouth of babes, especially your babes, deep-thinking as they are, with you as their mother, and Sophie as their sister, and their loving good-soul hearts. Such a profound post. 37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-24992781644576375512017-09-20T11:08:49.641-07:002017-09-20T11:08:49.641-07:00What's it all about? Brilliant and deep words ...What's it all about? Brilliant and deep words for a small child. I can't say I know that answer to that question even now. I just know what it's not about. I am in awe of your sons. Birdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03479872783727855901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-5701688051336809282017-09-20T09:06:45.739-07:002017-09-20T09:06:45.739-07:00In spite of everything, because this is what we ha...In spite of everything, because this is what we have. Thorny and terrifying and everything else. Shine on, you and your bright toes. xoMarylinn Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02759437467691163658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-50056205965550529652017-09-20T08:45:03.639-07:002017-09-20T08:45:03.639-07:00If we could cancel out another person's misery...If we could cancel out another person's misery with our own, if our own suffering could be used to set off that of someone else.<br />I don't know. But your toenails help.Sabinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09015827501648296977noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-58852173067955508442017-09-20T08:11:42.875-07:002017-09-20T08:11:42.875-07:00I love that photo. The light on your feet and your...I love that photo. The light on your feet and your pink toenails is amazing! Suffering is universal, and all we can do is plug away at our own little lives and try to live them as conscientiously and mindfully as possible amid the craziness. That's my theory, anyway.Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-87203453707859074342017-09-20T05:35:44.815-07:002017-09-20T05:35:44.815-07:00Your beautiful words brought to mind these beautif...Your beautiful words brought to mind these beautiful words: "Lila had borne a child into a world where a wind could rise that would take him from her arms as if there were no strength in them at all. Pity us, yes, but we are brave, she thought, and wild, more life in us than we can bear, the fire unfolding itself in us." Marilyn Robinson, Lila Noanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01300868872496481473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-39445928335874460672017-09-20T04:56:54.859-07:002017-09-20T04:56:54.859-07:00yesyesAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07478202050706310558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-12295625642411069812017-09-20T04:45:01.163-07:002017-09-20T04:45:01.163-07:00What you said.What you said.My life so farhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16721270441968035994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-423171496307682922017-09-19T23:00:05.460-07:002017-09-19T23:00:05.460-07:00Maybe we're bound together by love and relate ...Maybe we're bound together by love and relate to one another in our suffering. ...Then we do the hokey pokey, (over some food and a few drinks), and *that's* what it's all about. ...maybe.Ajaxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15272210468592329126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-13239514604914255232017-09-19T22:34:26.728-07:002017-09-19T22:34:26.728-07:00oh yes, you have hit the nail on the head, yet aga...oh yes, you have hit the nail on the head, yet again. I understand completely the feelings of which you speak. I live those feelings every day, as you do, and have hope anyway. Share the love I have to give anyway. Sometimes I feel sorry for myself, which I feel like I have no right to feel, and sometimes I am so grateful for it all, I weep. Each tiny thing feels like such a miracle. Each breath, a gift. Marhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09238463018119988085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-91574750123519269862017-09-19T19:29:33.137-07:002017-09-19T19:29:33.137-07:00Fuck this health care madness. Fuck Trump. Blessin...Fuck this health care madness. Fuck Trump. Blessings on you and Sophie. I kneel at your feet.Denise Emanuel Clemenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10982725113569943337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-11913245817233897022017-09-19T19:05:19.478-07:002017-09-19T19:05:19.478-07:00Your toenails are beautiful. I am going to go get ...Your toenails are beautiful. I am going to go get mine done on Monday with my daughters. Despite everything. Because of everything. <br />Whatever. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.com