Re: Hug receiveddunphamomFebruary 8 2007, 03:02:12 UTC
I just read that you are withdrawing from school. I am sad that you are doing that. January is such a dreary time for everybody. Sometimes just waiting for the spring is a victorious thing to do. And what blooms where you are is unexpected and well worth the wait through the death of winter. Consider yourself hugged back, and you will be in my prayers, as corny as that sounds. Love you.
From the first time all of you welcomed me into your lives, I have known that y'all are a family of faith and of strength, but most importantly, of love. The kind of love that engulfs any crisis and carries it through rough waters to the gentle shore again. A family of 'grab my hand and you'll be safe' of open hugs, of trust, of beach music and laughter. A family that says yes you can lean on me and I will lean on you too
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You are a great wordsmithdunphamomFebruary 8 2007, 02:27:02 UTC
Thank you so much for your comments. I felt after I posted that maybe purging on LJ was not agood thing for an old woman to do. But I find I always have something to learn from ALL the people in my life. I'm glad YOU are one of them. Love you back.
I have read The Prophet. It was read at my wedding mass. I have an old copy printed in 1944, that I have loved literaly to pieces. On Death: "and what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?" "And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance."
But your comment not only corrects my spelling, it causes me to turn to the passage on pain; "And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy; And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields. And you watch with serenity through the winters of your grief. Much of your pain is self-chosen. It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self."
I envy you the ability to form your words in a picture that truly exposes your soul. I want to feel like you feel, and I always have. I don't think your pissed, I think your scared. I'm scared too, and we need to figure out what the fuck is scaring us so bad. I think I'm most scared by not being in control, and not being able to see the path before me. And I've never been a strong proponent of faith, but I would love some right now, because then I could be comfortable with letting things roll. I'm trying. And, its hard not being there for you through all this. Its so hard not to be there so we can fight and feel better, and hug, and laugh, and dance (...hell, maybe even a kitchen ballet..). We're dealing with the unknown, and a shred of light would be nice for all of us. I love you, and we're working through all of our problems as best we can. We ALWAYS have family, and we can ALWAYS go home within the company of our hearts
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But I find I always have something to learn from ALL the people in my life. I'm glad YOU are one of them. Love you back.
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On Death:
"and what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?"
"And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance."
But your comment not only corrects my spelling, it causes me to turn to the passage on pain;
"And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.
And you watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self."
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