tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post4419992913074502007..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: After the DoctorElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-27582054190558742562019-07-01T08:57:27.752-07:002019-07-01T08:57:27.752-07:00Getting older is tough. Watching your children le...Getting older is tough. Watching your children leave home can be wrenching even while it is joyful. Caring for your daughter all these years, while loving and necessary, is a heavy burden. That you can see the perfect light and appreciate it is a gift. That you keep on keeping on with your busy life is a wonder. GERD is a drag, take it from one who knows. Many other ways to deal with it that might be helpful, but the pills will give you a break. From one tired woman to another: you got this.Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03052375488090209961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-64487662944623292842019-07-01T07:04:22.357-07:002019-07-01T07:04:22.357-07:00What a beautiful poem. I once met Mark Doty at a r...What a beautiful poem. I once met Mark Doty at a reading he gave at the Zen center I attended in New York. Such an incredible writer!<br /><br />You have SO much going on, Elizabeth, with the continual changes in all your children and the slow unfolding of your life, I am not at all surprised that it occasionally catches up to you. The doctor's advice is simplistic, the pill an easy answer -- and yet, he's not wrong, exactly. Change and uncertainty, and yes, light!Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-10510147503933525442019-06-30T08:16:52.973-07:002019-06-30T08:16:52.973-07:00You're going to miss Oliver something awful, I...You're going to miss Oliver something awful, I wont even pretend, but your joy at the way his world just keeps getting wider will help, as it did with Henry. Sending love.37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-48407004769115374672019-06-28T06:34:50.057-07:002019-06-28T06:34:50.057-07:00Burst exercise, leaping, skips. HIIT is the boring...Burst exercise, leaping, skips. HIIT is the boring term. But just ... JUMPING.<br />Don't laugh. Look up "plyometrics." But again, that's the boring term, and no need to spare more than a glance at the chiseled bodies, just to sort of get the form in your mind.<br />Jump up. Jump sideways. Jump into lunges. Jump.<br />Almost 50 here, rape survivor, so-many-things survivor, and jumping, leaping, skipping ... those help. Not the pound pound pound of dull mindless jogging. Find green grass and leap. Somewhere safe to fall. DO fall, a lot, and laugh and roll on the grass.<br />And leap, leap.<br />I caught this morning morning's minions<br />yes<br />you<br /><br />xoelfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10339299191893097155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-87077635160785320452019-06-27T23:59:16.696-07:002019-06-27T23:59:16.696-07:00It is no wonder you are spent, years of Caregiving...It is no wonder you are spent, years of Caregiving takes a heavy toll. The casual suggestions and marginal help when a Caregiver is spent, burnt out or ailing from the strain and tries to receive Care is what gets to me more than any symptoms actually! May your Lightness return... may the difficult transitions of another Son going off to begin his Journey of Adulthood not hurt too badly. {My Grandson recently moved out and began his Journey of Adulthood, it's HARD and yet you are so Happy for them... bittersweet!}Bohemianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-89884096023027075062019-06-27T20:17:22.726-07:002019-06-27T20:17:22.726-07:00Stress. It seems a completely inadequate word.Stress. It seems a completely inadequate word.Sarah Buttenwieserhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11718294755386487265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-288136288347127832019-06-27T11:56:54.264-07:002019-06-27T11:56:54.264-07:00Beautiful light on your beautiful daughter. And pe...Beautiful light on your beautiful daughter. And perfect poem-'bruised-blessed flowers..'<br />Weariness of our mortal bodies. Oh yes. <br /><br />XXXXXbeth coyotehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04671290135595711572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-53416752441326662322019-06-27T11:13:44.974-07:002019-06-27T11:13:44.974-07:00To a medical profession that works with bullet poi...To a medical profession that works with bullet point guidelines and acronyms, how can we explain what is "really wrong". It's like speaking a foreign language. And would we dare to go back after the weeks of reduced stomach acids thanks to proton pump inhibitors etc. and after we lost a bit of weight and did proper exercise (you know the "real" stuff, not things like lifting a grown daughter and laundry and running and being on your feet most of the time) and tell them the we "feel better" now?<br /><br />But the light is exquisite, as is your Sophie. And your way with words.Sabinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09015827501648296977noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-20776054533087108372019-06-27T11:05:24.110-07:002019-06-27T11:05:24.110-07:00Heartbreaking and so so so familiar. My left foot ...Heartbreaking and so so so familiar. My left foot is swollen and a bit blue. Too tired for exercise. All the years, eh? The Caregivers' Living Roomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10920119448415733545noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-88363570676890922212019-06-27T10:33:33.477-07:002019-06-27T10:33:33.477-07:00I've always loved the way you make Sophie'...I've always loved the way you make Sophie's room so pretty for her, roses and soft colors. There have been many pictures of that light shining on her, from every room in your house. Perhaps some of this is actually the march of time, when everything, in so many way, seems much heavier, because it is. So I want that light to hit you and make it all feel a little less of a weight in body, mind, and soul, because it is exhausting to carry and you don't need an extra burden. You are never forgotten and always loved.livhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00091094639074377780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-67625969920190526712019-06-27T09:00:27.440-07:002019-06-27T09:00:27.440-07:00Elizabeth your luminous writing and the body alway...Elizabeth your luminous writing and the body always the body and doctors the deep strange well of our beautiful sons going alone into the world (leaving us). I don’t know how we survive any of it except for community this community especially where I learn every day how to be more human.<br />Love<br />RebeccaRadish Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06534752971317927559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-69012925254943145542019-06-27T05:58:27.394-07:002019-06-27T05:58:27.394-07:00Sophie in the light. The unbearable lightness of b...Sophie in the light. The unbearable lightness of being. I am the way, the truth, and the light. Turn on the light. Turn off the light. I am trying to sleep. Lighten UP! Let there be light. I saw the light. Trip the light fantastic. You're standing in my light. The dying of the light. <br />So many types of light. Don't we all strive to be lighter in soul and generally in body? In mind and in heart? <br />Born twice in one day...I love that. <br />I love Sophie in the light. I love how your eyes light up with your love for her. <br />I love you. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.com