tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post8769301382941548205..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: The Yellow TreeElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-58126008919505074862015-01-18T09:42:33.387-08:002015-01-18T09:42:33.387-08:00I'm sighing deeply in my knowing....I'm sighing deeply in my knowing....Alicia Dhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06244714478310893367noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-74580731306380495852015-01-16T08:13:39.657-08:002015-01-16T08:13:39.657-08:00Such beautiful soulful writing dear friend that st...Such beautiful soulful writing dear friend that strikes such a chord in me.My perspective for what it is worth:<br /><br />Dragons and trees are very powerful symbols of transformation, particularly with regards to a spiritual awakening. I believe ? you have dreamed/thought of them before in a connection to your caregiving relationship with Sophie.<br /> <br />Dragon energy is a powerful protector and presents itself to a select few…again usually to those who are seeking or experiencing a kind of spiritual enlightenment or searching for a new path to find it. <br /><br />Personally, I too have experienced dragon thoughts/dreams and have noticed the same to be true of several other parents of children diagnosed with special needs. I believe it is because the drama and trauma of our lives that speeds up the process of longing for connection with spirit. But that is a story for another time. <br /><br />These sightings/experiences usually come at time when we are most frightened (triggers if you will, for the need of spiritual guidance) They announce an upcoming awakening in you and perhaps a time when you will experience some great change that is frightening at first but necessary for your spiritual growth and desire for inner peace. <br /><br />Thoughts and sightings of dragons often indicate a need for bringing fun, joy, light, laughter, color, nature and most importantly LOVE into your life. It is a time to nurture your soul.<br /><br />Funny, isn’t it, how your Dad was able to give you exactly that.<br />L. Petershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09495560962339948104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-61999199914751267962015-01-16T07:15:12.232-08:002015-01-16T07:15:12.232-08:00Laughing is good...Hugs to you both.Laughing is good...Hugs to you both.ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11376645220662546020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-70308632458314853322015-01-16T06:32:36.840-08:002015-01-16T06:32:36.840-08:00Because your writing is what it is, I think I have...Because your writing is what it is, I think I have some inkling of understanding, though of course I could never completely understand. Life does cycle on.Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-84403003824408840032015-01-15T22:44:22.511-08:002015-01-15T22:44:22.511-08:00If it matters, I read everything you write and hea...If it matters, I read everything you write and hear everything you say and as much as I am able to, I get it. Sweet JoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-56640546911139317272015-01-15T21:03:44.451-08:002015-01-15T21:03:44.451-08:00I'm with you, in my heart, through this all.I'm with you, in my heart, through this all.Theresahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08071740989565033354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-44842845102564421462015-01-15T20:19:26.983-08:002015-01-15T20:19:26.983-08:00God god. Why the foot? Why? Sending love.God god. Why the foot? Why? Sending love.Denise Emanuel Clemenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10982725113569943337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-23974412885752832182015-01-15T18:59:10.468-08:002015-01-15T18:59:10.468-08:00*has the best mother. *has the best mother. 37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-59661558204862728252015-01-15T18:58:24.011-08:002015-01-15T18:58:24.011-08:00Is it okay to say that it sucks? I wish it were di...Is it okay to say that it sucks? I wish it were different but then I remember that quote you sent me saying part of suffering is wishing things were different and thinking they should be different. Still I wish it for you and Sophie. At the same time Sophie had the best mother. The best. And you have your beautiful daughter in all her grace. But yes. Some days the hard things just suck. I'm sorry. I wish. 37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-67532620134821038082015-01-15T18:22:21.801-08:002015-01-15T18:22:21.801-08:00I'm gonna guess that that is a hickory, I have...I'm gonna guess that that is a hickory, I have my own and their golden yellow is the best thing about my fall leaf colors....<br />Thank you for the poem and for the perspective. I am humbled, I really am.<br />Enjoy the pretty colors on that tree, in some dappled light and a light breeze, maybe with a glass of lemonade.... :)Melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10114884092474969555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-40495557830123450342015-01-15T18:18:32.794-08:002015-01-15T18:18:32.794-08:00Must have been a fine pep talk.
The new IHSS forms...Must have been a fine pep talk.<br />The new IHSS forms were enough to tip me over today, as if they were expressly designed to provoke exhaustion. Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06318174928862120631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-67592780886735222572015-01-15T18:02:07.301-08:002015-01-15T18:02:07.301-08:00The redbuds are starting to bloom and the violets
...The redbuds are starting to bloom and the violets<br />Are beginning to open. <br />The cold rain falls down and it is so hard to believe that<br />The Japanese Magnolias will begin to open soon. <br />The Ash magnolia thrusts forward its white-gloved hand. <br />And the camellias open, each to their own. <br />The cat goes from door to door, hoping for better weather at each. <br />We continue on. We sleep and wake to new blossoms. <br />Amen and hallelujah. <br />The rain falls. I hear its song. <br />Tap, tap, tapping on my soul. <br />Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-45887215826375177732015-01-15T16:57:41.842-08:002015-01-15T16:57:41.842-08:00I love how normal you are.I love how normal you are.livhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00091094639074377780noreply@blogger.com