tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689562912749353753.post2511925911593796215..comments2023-10-20T07:31:01.231-07:00Comments on musings of a melancholic: seeing how to let go.candacemorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893739347394561554noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689562912749353753.post-21924930564936013782008-09-29T13:50:00.000-07:002008-09-29T13:50:00.000-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Devonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10613322099900619636noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689562912749353753.post-17930420411311170692008-09-29T11:15:00.000-07:002008-09-29T11:15:00.000-07:00je suis avec vous aussi, mon coeur. comme d'habbit...je suis avec vous aussi, mon coeur. comme d'habbitude.<BR/><BR/>Forgive - damn - how did i miss that one? could it be that i must likewise forgive? does forgiveness mean i have to tell him i'm in CA?<BR/><BR/>does forgiveness demand my innocence?<BR/><BR/>are those who forgive, forgiven?<BR/><BR/>when did i forget all of this. i know there was a time i was so sure of mercy, so quick to release and even lift up in my stead. what bitter hold has age on my heart that i am robbed of years lived loving?<BR/><BR/>did we trade naivete for resentment? did we loose entitlement on selflessness? <BR/><BR/>i know we've grown and love well, but what has it cost us?<BR/><BR/>mme. matriarch, bless you for nurturing my dearest with wisdom, compassion and for anointing her with the oil of gladness.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00499970438108858216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689562912749353753.post-15755018506414911062008-09-27T10:31:00.000-07:002008-09-27T10:31:00.000-07:00dearlings,here's to the secrets sewn under the mos...dearlings,<BR/>here's to the secrets sewn under the most exquisite feathers indeed.<BR/><BR/>mandy - yes, i agree! pictures of desert comes post cocktails...POSTHASTE.<BR/><BR/>kelly - i think of you so often as i write and bring forth the one woman that emerges as a result of the collective beauty we share. i am do privileged that you love me like this.<BR/><BR/>my biggest fan and monkey bird,<BR/>i can share. forgivness is an ancient cobble-stoned street lined with willows (and little shots of dylan-whiskey cocktails every ten steps). it's our destiny.<BR/><BR/>jsl-<BR/>i feel it emerging - "the trainling crm-ness" and like the suit you have come to don well, i choose to see that crm-ness as it is.<BR/>a peice of art.<BR/>because i was breathed into.<BR/>and only by the divine.<BR/>but by lady birds such as yourself.<BR/>(joel woke me up with tea and bisquts this moring and as we talked in the morning freshness,listening to Maltman sing DeBussy, he mentioned how he loved you and our friendship and wanted to take care of you and make sure you had a good breakfast; that you have become more and more real. welcome to being loved by the morris's. if you have one, you have them all.)candacemorrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13893739347394561554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689562912749353753.post-22429129560899017812008-09-27T09:41:00.000-07:002008-09-27T09:41:00.000-07:00I cry whenever I read what you write:For the beaut...I cry whenever I read what you write:<BR/>For the beauty of it.<BR/>For the joy of it.<BR/>For the glimpse I often catch of you shooting skyward, battered by strong winds, nurtured by the light, shining wet in the rain.<BR/>I love you.<BR/>More.<BR/>Than I did yesterday.The Noisy Plumehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00018497706369436300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689562912749353753.post-18624328638240814032008-09-26T18:22:00.000-07:002008-09-26T18:22:00.000-07:00I,too, stare down my soul. The sneer is laced with...I,too, stare down my soul. The sneer is laced with nicotine, whiskey, and Dylan (Bob and Thomas). Forgiveness, though, that is something I can't muster.Whithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09322698021291055404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689562912749353753.post-6127490903900511292008-09-26T11:31:00.000-07:002008-09-26T11:31:00.000-07:00"i foolishly think i can counsel myself out of pai..."i foolishly think i can counsel myself out of pain."<BR/><BR/>Mia amica, sometimes I feel I need no words because you have already said them for me. This may be one of the most beautiful posts I have ever read, your raw confessions comfort me in my own struggling space.UmberDovehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15897533875971637080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689562912749353753.post-72980481822025054262008-09-26T10:13:00.000-07:002008-09-26T10:13:00.000-07:00thanks for the comment & encouragement. i'...thanks for the comment & encouragement. i'll send snapshots of the desert. but, first: we should meet for drinks!~A.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09204736417611202282noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689562912749353753.post-65645808356608785562008-09-26T08:52:00.000-07:002008-09-26T08:52:00.000-07:00no words.simply letting all of this settle around ...no words.<BR/><BR/>simply letting all of this settle around me like the most gracious cloak of kindredship, the sparkling clink of precious stones, the secrets sewn underneath most exquisite feathers.shehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03686951473565518913noreply@blogger.com