tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post3716219813048304943..comments2024-03-28T14:45:34.423-04:00Comments on 37 Paddington: Illusion/ Delusion37paddingtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-71290573664419588802015-06-01T14:25:03.634-04:002015-06-01T14:25:03.634-04:00That photograph of you is just amazing. Yes, we wh...That photograph of you is just amazing. Yes, we who write live in solitude. I admit that I am starved for it at this stage in my life, but I do see how too much of it could also feel like a burden. If your body is aching, it might be trying to tell you something. Perhaps there are emotions to be processed there. Vesuvius At Homehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02783271096885148080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-73074754468453498122015-06-01T07:12:17.173-04:002015-06-01T07:12:17.173-04:00You are living the writer's life. We are obser...You are living the writer's life. We are observers and chroniclers, and that entails a certain amount of living apart, of thinking and processing the details of others' lives. There's nothing wrong with that. We are needed, and in fact I think we are privileged, being able to live not just our own life but all the lives around us.<br /><br />I love that picture of you on the lake. Beautiful.Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-62519911200813373162015-05-31T09:20:03.454-04:002015-05-31T09:20:03.454-04:00I often feel lonely too, that life is passing me b...I often feel lonely too, that life is passing me by. Other people's lives seem better. even knowing that we are all the same. I forget that we are all connected, not only to each other but to the earth. I think that's why I like the mountains so much, I feel connected there.My life so farhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16721270441968035994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-519404178609854192015-05-31T00:24:08.375-04:002015-05-31T00:24:08.375-04:00i hope the feelings you are currently having will...i hope the feelings you are currently having will pass quickly. My favorite time of year was summer. Specifically summers in NY. I hope you decide to take your writing outside, under a tree or near the Atlantic. Enjoy the summer breeze....My Corner of the worldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01848296854617809245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-46708442345069359202015-05-30T12:15:10.499-04:002015-05-30T12:15:10.499-04:00The image of the party after all have left...the c...The image of the party after all have left...the cup in the sea...that feeling of isolation that comes with writing and now mingled with grief and longing... You have taken heart and soul and life and death and work and love and created such a beautiful expression. I agree with Elizabeth - an essay - but continuing it or not, this feels so deeply satisfying to read, despite its sadness, because it captures a reality so familiar to me. If I saw you on the street right now (and I do hope you will take the advice above and get out for an occasional walk), I would bow to you.Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07247877396600721769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-87950872103907512192015-05-30T02:45:26.160-04:002015-05-30T02:45:26.160-04:00You've captured what is ineffable -- truly. I ...You've captured what is ineffable -- truly. I think you should keep writing and make this an essay. Your ruminations are crystal clear. Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-10728584327491379962015-05-29T20:43:52.132-04:002015-05-29T20:43:52.132-04:00Man, I loved the power in this post. I somehow fee...Man, I loved the power in this post. I somehow feel very connected to it, even if I can't relate to every sentence. Isolation, on my part often voluntary, is something I definitely feel from time to time. I also think that the writer's life is by default solitary, plucking other people's stories and leaving yours in the background. Know that you are your own own power and, yes, this too shall pass. Candice Frederickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16195801629178470295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-69663899719589426672015-05-29T17:38:13.009-04:002015-05-29T17:38:13.009-04:00And I like SJ's suggestion of a walk.And I like SJ's suggestion of a walk.Steph(anie)https://www.blogger.com/profile/01345590378662641435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-36794284899421718992015-05-29T17:37:00.112-04:002015-05-29T17:37:00.112-04:00"water in a cup bobbing in an endless sea&quo..."water in a cup bobbing in an endless sea"<br /><br />I am holding that in my hand ever so gently to see it close. Steph(anie)https://www.blogger.com/profile/01345590378662641435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-2361670483049523842015-05-29T17:28:49.200-04:002015-05-29T17:28:49.200-04:00I know I love my time alone but feel like I should...I know I love my time alone but feel like I shouldn't, that it is somehow wrong. Hundreds and thousands of years ago our communities were tiny. We spent a lot of time with only family around us. Maybe the world today has it backwards and we spend way too much time filling the void. I think there is not a lot wrong with the quiet. Birdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03479872783727855901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-69401100255352710492015-05-29T11:47:17.478-04:002015-05-29T11:47:17.478-04:00I feel this way so often, and you capture it so be...I feel this way so often, and you capture it so beautifully. I too have a tendency to bury myself in my little life and isolate, and truly often like it that way. I always am interested in how people like this manage to have good solid marriages, as I am at the point (only 34, but still....34) where I wonder if I can really have a companionship constant as I start to really think about what that means. Anyway, I'm rambling. Be easy with yourself. Go out and take a brisk walk for just 20 minutes and I think that would make you feel better. Maybe shake off the cobwebs. It helps me. <br /><br />SJSJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14174193133138897712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-35160211088469989062015-05-29T11:46:46.159-04:002015-05-29T11:46:46.159-04:00I know exactly what you speak of. But. It's on...I know exactly what you speak of. But. It's only recently that I have felt....lonely. It may be the kids being gone. I don't know. I do know that I still need my time alone and that what I really need to do is get a more regular dose of "people time". Charge my battery and then settle into hermit time again.<br />You are still processing a deep sadness. You know it will take time. And hugs.<br />I'm sending you lots.<br />xxooplantingalongtheverge.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13899341805908954700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-22535135256521408572015-05-29T11:07:01.541-04:002015-05-29T11:07:01.541-04:00And I do believe that those of us who crave isolat...And I do believe that those of us who crave isolation are perhaps just TOO sensitive to others. We have skin which is way too thin to bear repeated closeness with lots of people. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-68774144624049048332015-05-29T11:06:08.319-04:002015-05-29T11:06:08.319-04:00Well go read my post if you feel like everyones...Well go read my post if you feel like everyones' lives are more important and fascinating than yours!<br />Isn't it odd how when we feel depressed or anxious, our bodies hurt too? Some say inflammation is the cause of the mental thing but sometimes I wonder if it's not the opposite? Who can tell? <br />I am completely alone today and will be until this evening. I am in the frame of mind in which that suits me entirely. But I completely get everything you are saying. Breathe through it, dear friend. That sounds so stupid. What else are you going to do? <br />But I'm thinking about you. I hope that tonight is full of love and light. For both of us. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.com