tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689562912749353753.post8906460937280252203..comments2023-10-20T07:31:01.231-07:00Comments on musings of a melancholic: nous avons passé le week-end à la plagecandacemorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893739347394561554noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689562912749353753.post-91848141421965557322009-01-30T21:21:00.000-08:002009-01-30T21:21:00.000-08:00oh, what a lovely weekend! I'm so glad.oh, what a lovely weekend! I'm so glad.Jackalyn Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13369603613525013087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689562912749353753.post-31288692628116625362009-01-28T12:36:00.000-08:002009-01-28T12:36:00.000-08:00perhaps said ease explains my subsequent lowness o...perhaps said ease explains my subsequent lowness of heart--everything else seems so damn hard by comparison.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00499970438108858216noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689562912749353753.post-29730564165450550902009-01-28T02:54:00.000-08:002009-01-28T02:54:00.000-08:00I find myself so often without words when I read y...I find myself so often without words when I read your posts - and it isn't that I don't have anything to say its just that you capture feelings, anxieties, joys, obersations so perfectly; some that are too familar and foreign that I want to say so much! I want to reach out and say I know I know I know. <BR/><BR/>I love the photos on the beach; I love seeing you crouched so close to the breathing sand, to see the embraces of friends, to see you let go and bask in weekend relaxing, to hear your return, to read that beautiful, confessional honesty. Thank you.emilyclarehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18083829971166295179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689562912749353753.post-66056768440771742662009-01-27T14:40:00.000-08:002009-01-27T14:40:00.000-08:00beautiful snapshots of a beautiful weekend. you h...beautiful snapshots of a beautiful weekend. you have me feeling a bit jealous i have to say - more and more recently i'm wishing i had more girlfriends close to me. my best moved away this past year and we don't communicate much, which is a shame. my own mum lost her best friend of over 30 years in December (which i know you read about on facebook) and although i'm very very sad for the loss of such an amazing person, i'm so thankful that my mum was able to experience such easy friendship with such lack of judgement and unconditional love. it's a beautiful thing you've got goin on with the lovely miss IM. thanks for the snaps, i love your pics.jordanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02680670760558757448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689562912749353753.post-31567334628150333792009-01-27T12:48:00.000-08:002009-01-27T12:48:00.000-08:00two wise women appeareth, readeth, and leave my ti...two wise women appeareth, readeth, and leave my tiny cyber space with this:<BR/><BR/>1. k. we choose not what makes us happy. "love is not love...which bends with the remover to remove. oh no! it is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken...(shakespeare). i marvel at the gratitude you can extend in this grief and see now that the crevices of your heart were deeper and more capable than i ever imagined.<BR/><BR/>2. j. you literaly made me sit back in my chair, sigh, and see all that clutter wash back with the highest tide. your words, though simple, hit me with incredible wisdom today. i needed.candacemorrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13893739347394561554noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689562912749353753.post-81134653304106482222009-01-27T12:22:00.000-08:002009-01-27T12:22:00.000-08:00Oh what a weekend.As usual, you managed to capture...Oh what a weekend.<BR/>As usual, you managed to capture it (digitally, verbally) most magnificently. In point of fact, these snaps have me longing for a frigid northern coast somewhere...icy wind...ice crystals mingling with the sand and drift wood........<BR/><BR/>And for a time, the tides of your heart and mind matched that of the sea and all the debris you carry so close was washed away or drowned beneath the surf. Don't be eager to quickly collect all that clutter again. <BR/><BR/>Love love,<BR/>PlumeThe Noisy Plumehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00018497706369436300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689562912749353753.post-9254769162589426832009-01-27T10:36:00.000-08:002009-01-27T10:36:00.000-08:00these images, both external and internal, are gift...these images, both external and internal, are gifts to me today. for there is solace to be found in the bonds of others. i must take solace wherever i can find it - i can't afford to be choosy with the things i find happiness in. especially not now, and not really ever.<BR/><BR/>as for your graceful and subtle mention, i thank you with all the gratitude i have, tucked in the slivers between my grief.shehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03686951473565518913noreply@blogger.com