tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post5099034721329340177..comments2023-10-07T07:26:20.469-07:00Comments on Flux Capacitor: where the car disconnects from the railsMaggie Mayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14699674732274478502noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-17493437243169788722011-02-21T21:23:54.319-08:002011-02-21T21:23:54.319-08:00You are good. You are good. You are good. Right wh...You are good. You are good. You are good. Right where you are. Let the current carry you and deposit you on the shore.<br /><br />(I know how you feel.)San Diego Mommahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12624915698900874371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-11715066750583277932011-02-20T13:37:17.041-08:002011-02-20T13:37:17.041-08:00Oh, my, I get the tidal wave dreams, too. I hate ...Oh, my, I get the tidal wave dreams, too. I hate them. I always thought that huge tidal waves weren't real, only a figment of my imagination. You can imagine my horror when that tsunami hit Thailand back in 2005, right? On top of the normal horror everyone was feeling, I was thinking, "Those things actually exist?!?"Suburban Correspondenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11488916572135296650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-83428629361069459242011-02-19T20:34:49.760-08:002011-02-19T20:34:49.760-08:00Boy have you given me food for thought - and thank...Boy have you given me food for thought - and thank you for thisMiddle Childhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09962830669606760640noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-6572223841475392512011-02-19T20:31:20.168-08:002011-02-19T20:31:20.168-08:00Depression is not when but who cares when.
That l...Depression is not when but who cares when.<br /><br />That line resonates. I love your writing, even when I hate what you're going through.anymommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17870033179328734404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-64961934004196663632011-02-18T14:54:01.766-08:002011-02-18T14:54:01.766-08:00Hang in there, girlie. I think February kicks ALL...Hang in there, girlie. I think February kicks ALL our asses and it's almost over...<br /><br />That picture on your wall? I've had the exact same one on my wall for over 25 years. <br /><br />This, too, shall pass, Maggie. Sending hugs and prayers. Blessings!!!Marionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14786883679294446945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-70077566735898676752011-02-18T09:43:29.564-08:002011-02-18T09:43:29.564-08:00Life has meaning only if one barters it day by day...Life has meaning only if one barters it day by day for something other than itself.<br />~ Antoine de Saint-Exuperyred-handedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16484549762594608774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-41780068588574616232011-02-18T08:55:33.844-08:002011-02-18T08:55:33.844-08:00This comment has been removed by the author.Annandale Dream Gazettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08155953951163636760noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-76850146234004969502011-02-18T07:38:39.270-08:002011-02-18T07:38:39.270-08:00ahhhh, hugs, sounds familiar to my own childhood t...ahhhh, hugs, sounds familiar to my own childhood too. i now see so much wonder and mystery and beauty and life (you speak well of this). my own journey was jagged. but 2 yrs ago I set on a solid path curiously by googling "how not to take things so seriously" landing on a Dutch woman's website called Be YourSELF by Judith Hamerlinck. darn, she took the site off only a few days ago, to move in her words "to another form" and "our Selves would not be apart". her free self-pub book was available at smashwords but i see she took that down too. i have the Word doc if you're interested in it, let me know and i can send it to you. a 400+ page is my daily remedy for any feeling or situation, practical in nature, changed my life where costly methods failed. happy friday, gia98126reshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03246038036057666832noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-53666612859243384922011-02-18T07:34:29.583-08:002011-02-18T07:34:29.583-08:00Yesterday I was driving to my Cardiologist's a...Yesterday I was driving to my Cardiologist's appointment and although I was nervous and didn't feel like praying I did anyway. I was having a crappy day: kids sick, I had an important doctor's appointment, everyone was in a bad mood. I told God that sometimes I doubt Him but that I was choosing to believe anyway. I need to believe, I said. <br />Peace came over me. Then I stopped my prayer and looked at the other drivers and passengers in the cars beside me and thought, "We all have purpose." We were all created for a reason. Maybe our life together on this planet is simply to discover that reason and help others? Maybe that means to endure something difficult and share our suffering?Maybe it's not some huge reason but little kindnesses we show--even just to our own family? Maybe that means to be open to the love others offer us?<br />You help me when I come here and read what you have written with such honestly and openness. When I read the other comments, I see that you help so many others too.Your wisdom and questions and humility make us feel more connected and we live in a world that SO needs that REAL connection. <br />With regards to loss, I can't imagine losing a child. I agree with you I don't know how I would cope. I suffer when I think about it. My coping strategy is just not to think about it--which works about 50% of the time. <br />One of my favorite quotes by Madeleine L'Engle kind of sums up my spiritual beliefs, "Those who believe they believe in God but without passion in the heart, without anguish of mind, without uncertainty, without doubt, and even at times without despair, believe only in the idea of God, and not in God himself".<br />Love you, Maggie May. You words inspire us.Carolinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04953764061091454844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-63533461174787661892011-02-18T05:35:58.946-08:002011-02-18T05:35:58.946-08:00Who among us hasn't wished for a power higher ...Who among us hasn't wished for a power higher than ourselves to rest our heads and hearts on?<br />And yet- it is not within some of us to believe, no matter how much the child within us wants to have that magical solace.<br />And we have to make do with reality. <br />Which sometimes is more than enough and sometimes is not.<br />And look- even Mother Theresa doubted her faith for years and years and yet, she kept on doing what she did, even though she could not feel her god, because it was the right thing for her to be doing.<br />I love you, Maggie. Hang in there.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-19262126730272485262011-02-18T03:53:52.191-08:002011-02-18T03:53:52.191-08:00I don't think we can truly live unless we are ...I don't think we can truly live unless we are constantly questioning why? Thank you for asking so eloquently.Cidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11915993866394084808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-10294332318372229582011-02-18T03:51:17.918-08:002011-02-18T03:51:17.918-08:00You put it all so well, and I recognise it too wel...You put it all so well, and I recognise it too well for my liking because I know that way of thinking, that slope down to the dark bits. Do you find you can hardly find anyone who understands you where you live or are you lucky to have a few? (I have my sister.) I'm sending you some love, virtually. Hold on!Mwahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00954216492730746581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-78644411346010023372011-02-18T02:05:52.196-08:002011-02-18T02:05:52.196-08:00When words fail me, as they so often do (or I them...When words fail me, as they so often do (or I them), but the emotions must flood out, I turn to poetry ... again and again ...<br /><br />So allow me, Maggie May, to share with you and your readers a poem I read recently by Ellen Bass, called The Thing Is ...<br /><br /><b>The Thing Is</b><br />by Ellen Bass<br /><br /><i>to love life, to love it even<br />when you have no stomach for it<br />and everything you've held dear<br />crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,<br />your throat filled with the silt of it.<br />When grief sits with you, its tropical heat<br />thickening the air, heavy as water<br />more fit for gills than lungs;<br />when grief weights you like your own flesh<br />only more of it, an obesity of grief,<br />you think, </i>How can a body withstand this?<i><br />Then you hold life like a face<br />between your palms, a plain face,<br />no charming smile, no violet eyes,<br />and you say, yes, I will take you<br />I will love you, again.</i><br /><br />Be well.Lorenzo — Alchemist's Pillowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07522265816460154722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-39827662084076727312011-02-17T22:53:03.288-08:002011-02-17T22:53:03.288-08:00Gah. I don't think I got my point across, but...Gah. I don't think I got my point across, but whatever. What is more important to say is that - you are most definitely enough.mosey (kim)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14990626697257089908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-21671060990719394922011-02-17T22:51:02.709-08:002011-02-17T22:51:02.709-08:00Annie said what I was thinking too - that religion...Annie said what I was thinking too - that religion is manmade.<br /><br />But I have been trying to define what faith means to me lately, and although I'm still wrapping my head around it, I do think it's pretty much as you've defined it for your family. Which is the point - faith can be in anything - God, family, nature, love. And if we practice our faith, however it's defined for us individually, then we have it. That's it. It doesn't mean we're not going to be depressed, or have ups and downs, but it does mean that we trust in what's coming next.<br /><br />I think you have that. In spades.mosey (kim)https://www.blogger.com/profile/14990626697257089908noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-33751504632113347022011-02-17T22:29:11.394-08:002011-02-17T22:29:11.394-08:00Your blog today touched me...I felt some of what y...Your blog today touched me...I felt some of what you said and I am digesting these thoughts...you make me think and ponder and I appreciate the wake up...<br /><br />Take care dear lady...Ellenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00912709342270151365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-1267224919371413102011-02-17T21:06:27.142-08:002011-02-17T21:06:27.142-08:00in a platonic way, god is the Idea of Love, absolu...in a platonic way, god is the Idea of Love, absolute love, pray to love... when i pray i feel better...<br />i write, i paint... a relief!<br /><br />love you so much, maggie!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-29985496577169466022011-02-17T21:04:44.071-08:002011-02-17T21:04:44.071-08:00Hugs to you. I know, actually, that were you to fa...Hugs to you. I know, actually, that were you to face loss of the kind that you speak (the loss of a child, in particular), you would face it with the courage of those mamas. You have that sort of love in you, despite your early struggles. You do have it, and it's evident in your face and in your children's faces. It comes out in your writing, in your rawness, in your actions. That sort of love is effortless. I don't think losing a child is something that we can even imagine, not even for a second, not really. Those who have who I have known speak the language of love, over and over again.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-8119576122918698402011-02-17T20:51:20.550-08:002011-02-17T20:51:20.550-08:00sometimes i feel this way too, and i am a believer...sometimes i feel this way too, and i am a believer...<br />i pray...<br /><br />your write is awesome!!<br />love youuuu!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-17119357151261002702011-02-17T19:42:07.119-08:002011-02-17T19:42:07.119-08:00Ahhhhhh.... so familiar. You are not required to b...Ahhhhhh.... so familiar. You are not required to believe in anything- just put one foot in front of the other. And curiousity is a good substitute for faith when faith is on vacation. That you wonder is your strength! Hugs.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-2440512752270893872011-02-17T19:01:43.708-08:002011-02-17T19:01:43.708-08:00xoxoxo
That's all I have to sayxoxoxo<br /><br />That's all I have to saymichellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09861251743062824891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-47825148844715491112011-02-17T18:48:16.722-08:002011-02-17T18:48:16.722-08:00Dear Maggie,
Please hold on to that thought, and ...Dear Maggie,<br /><br />Please hold on to that thought, and you have answered the question for yourself: "Our unity is a kind of religion. We are all in this together, the human family. We all live and we all die. And sometimes, that is enough." <br /><br />I don't believe in any religion. I believe religion is manmade. But I believe in men and women- I believe in humanity. I believe there is love, and that is enough. We all hurt and feel pain, but we all feel joy and we give love. <br /><br />I care about you, Maggie. Everybody who reads you cares about you. Your honesty helps us to identify our own feelings and emotions. You are a good, loving person. I believe being a good, loving person is what life is all about. There is no perfection, there is no one way to do anything or to live a life- there is only love.<br /><br />Take care of yourself, and know you will work through these bad feelings- you always do, you always have. You are loved, and you give love. That is enough.Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12588164536314320479noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-45465542784166939662011-02-17T18:31:08.345-08:002011-02-17T18:31:08.345-08:00Beautifully said! A human family... that is a good...Beautifully said! A human family... that is a good family to have ♥Anlla Amonetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12161268376177185500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-90471502666043683762011-02-17T18:07:10.001-08:002011-02-17T18:07:10.001-08:00Another beautiful piece of poignant writing asking...Another beautiful piece of poignant writing asking the question I think we all ask when we hear of a child dying or any of the arbitrary complexities life hands us. Every day I ask a version of that question.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-972647577919000054.post-38256293094263900872011-02-17T18:03:07.748-08:002011-02-17T18:03:07.748-08:00My heart is aching after reading this. I think you...My heart is aching after reading this. I think you wrote about so many questions that we all have... and it is all heightened when you become a parent. When there is so much more at stake than just us. And you're right, sometimes just wanting more for them - is enough. <br />Beautiful.Corinne Cunninghamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07604810312185816792noreply@blogger.com