tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229875339727095184.post8883604554757400555..comments2024-03-18T15:17:26.003-05:00Comments on l'astronave: SadFrescahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15323129046492056942noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229875339727095184.post-26540978336516891442015-12-15T14:27:21.306-06:002015-12-15T14:27:21.306-06:00Thank you, friends.
I cried again, reading your c...Thank you, friends. <br />I cried again, reading your comments.<br /><br />And then in the late afternoon, yesterday, I felt the return of energy<br />---I got out my bag of Christmas goodies and strung lights and gold furry rope around my room, <br />and then I glued tiny wings and arms back onto my old "made in Taiwan" wooden Christmas creatures--angels and musicians and downhill skiiers and little mice--and hung them on my tiny tree.<br /><br />ZHOEN: The phrase "disorganized tissue" is pure poetry---and so fitting: Thankyou for the ideal metaphor.Frexhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13191192404386975664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229875339727095184.post-89816371085378292052015-12-14T15:55:16.276-06:002015-12-14T15:55:16.276-06:00(O)(O)gzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08034777779347889773noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229875339727095184.post-51558549115943812542015-12-14T14:37:48.193-06:002015-12-14T14:37:48.193-06:00Now I’m feeling sad, but not in a bad way — rather...Now I’m feeling sad, but not in a bad way — rather as an appropriate feeling to have. So here are some more pixels of human community coming at you through the air.Michael Leddyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05547732736861224886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229875339727095184.post-79300159839048534292015-12-14T14:11:47.568-06:002015-12-14T14:11:47.568-06:00People say after a bone is broken, it grows back s...People say after a bone is broken, it grows back stronger. This is wrong. <br /><br />Once broken, we heal it with disorganized tissue, and the bone knows it was broken always. Everyone, everything, everyplace, grows into us, and when they are gone, however we fill the gap, there is a loss. <br /><br />I am sad for your sadness. Zhoenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03515663141425057088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229875339727095184.post-68098663324014156912015-12-14T13:24:29.003-06:002015-12-14T13:24:29.003-06:00I hear you on the interest in places with age - it...I hear you on the interest in places with age - it almost feels like a passion to know about completely different physical locations and cultures to me. Sending something via snail mail to you tomorrow. ArtSparkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04875996639432864367noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7229875339727095184.post-8562633041513904242015-12-14T13:03:49.469-06:002015-12-14T13:03:49.469-06:00It took me 30 years after my mother's death be...It took me 30 years after my mother's death before I could look forward to the holidays again without the pang of loss dulling the shine of the gold furry rope (I like that so much better than the one word).<br /><br />Then, 5 years later, out of the blue, it hit me again - a delayed reaction to losing the sense of loss. (Of course, I was experiencing a different kind of loss that year - my second divorce - which may have been more of an influence.)<br /><br />Getting past the pangs, the deep sadness, will take as long as it takes, then don't be surprised if, years later, it drops in again to surprise you. I wish I were there to give you hugs and help you string the shiny stuff all over your house.<br /><br />Know that, while we can never replace her nor fill the hole your mother's death has left, those of us still here love you and hold you close to our hearts.The Crowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04846997590157958766noreply@blogger.com