tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689562912749353753.post3093477805755479023..comments2023-10-20T07:31:01.231-07:00Comments on musings of a melancholic: discovery in the doubtscandacemorrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13893739347394561554noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689562912749353753.post-72680337694334950222010-03-30T17:02:30.448-07:002010-03-30T17:02:30.448-07:00wow, have just discovered you moments ago... Can ...wow, have just discovered you moments ago... Can feel the hurt, sorrow, pain and doubt in your words with what is happening with your sister (I can just about guess what it's about..). I too am living some self-doubt right now and finding my way through. Thank you for your words and sharing your Self so openly.Linda Minouhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10780447537686153766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689562912749353753.post-1526019106655045462010-03-29T14:53:01.004-07:002010-03-29T14:53:01.004-07:00I have that magnet on my fridge and try to read it...I have that magnet on my fridge and try to read it everyday...It's become a very special quote to me. I have great difficulty in living in the moment and being present and pushing through my doubts. I have the tendency to want it all figured out NOW. No, wait. Figured out YESTERDAY. I'm extremely impatient with that kind of stuff. But life is teaching me (with very difficult lessons) to be more patient and live in the moment more. Thanks for writing from the heart...I really enjoy stopping by your blog and reading what you have to say...even when the moments you write about can break the heart of someone who has never met you. Keep pressing on!rachaeljohnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16506501981569426720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4689562912749353753.post-49049298534834385672010-03-26T14:13:04.482-07:002010-03-26T14:13:04.482-07:00As I was walking through Half Moon Bay without you...As I was walking through Half Moon Bay without you, I forced my aunts into this used bookstore for a moment. <br /><br />I found the solitary poetry shelf, sadly meager and neglected. <br /><br />My eyes perused the three haphazardly alphabetized rows of poets. <br /><br />There it was, Rilke - Letters to a Young Poet.<br /><br />Remembering that name from your recommendation and knowing myself to be a young poet from your encouragement, I purchased it.<br /><br />Are we destined to mirror one another for all time?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00499970438108858216noreply@blogger.com