tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post4219770684822946094..comments2024-03-28T14:45:34.423-04:00Comments on 37 Paddington: Oasis37paddingtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-82534913525541146432015-04-04T01:24:11.607-04:002015-04-04T01:24:11.607-04:00I really like her writing and have sat here for mi...I really like her writing and have sat here for minutes, pondering that last sentence. I think I understand it, and then it eludes me. Something nearly Buddhist, I think -- the blurring of duality, perhaps? In any case, you are deep in grieving and that seems right. Be and go gentle.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-65681392127771764722015-04-03T19:07:40.899-04:002015-04-03T19:07:40.899-04:00Grieving is difficult. But if we love, we inevitab...Grieving is difficult. But if we love, we inevitably face loss -- it seems like it's a package deal. <br /><br />Be gentle with yourself.jo(e)https://www.blogger.com/profile/01488562158252331555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-36098177193898511672015-04-03T18:06:29.701-04:002015-04-03T18:06:29.701-04:00I so wish I could visit you. I know that feeling o...I so wish I could visit you. I know that feeling of feeling totally unhinged. The little girl in you needs her mom. The grown woman in you needs her even more. It is so hard. Almost impossible but our heart keep beating and our lungs keep filling with air and we don't have a choice about whether for not we want to keep going. <br />Birdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03479872783727855901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-30507166039111023972015-04-03T10:40:39.255-04:002015-04-03T10:40:39.255-04:00I read "Refuge" many years ago and remem...I read "Refuge" many years ago and remember enjoying it, though it's a serious and sad book. I am not speaking from a place of knowing, but I suspect you will begin to feel more like yourself as time passes. You were right to cancel your trip if you felt unable to go.Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-8974887449241283952015-04-02T22:45:18.630-04:002015-04-02T22:45:18.630-04:00Oh dear friend, you are wiser, you just can't ...Oh dear friend, you are wiser, you just can't feel it yet. Everything will feel off kilter for a while until you adapt to the new normal. Stay away from the mirror and the scale and grieve however you need to. I've written you a half dozen comments that didn't come out right and I apologize for giving up. Please know that even though I didn't publish the words, I've been thinking of you kindly and hoping for you to find your way. I felt adrift, uprooted, bereft, untethered... There weren't enough words in the dictionary to describe how I felt when I lost my rock, my father, but I know now to be grateful that I could feel. There were scary days when I didn't, but I found my way out, and my family showed me the way, with love and kindness. Sending you hugs, and believe me when I tell you that you will find yourself or make peace with your new self again, in time. xxooMelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10114884092474969555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-16356928185198056732015-04-02T15:13:27.056-04:002015-04-02T15:13:27.056-04:00My thoughts are with you today. My thoughts are with you today. My Corner of the worldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01848296854617809245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-47000337932140369212015-04-02T14:55:01.679-04:002015-04-02T14:55:01.679-04:00e, hugs to you too, my friend. thank you for being...e, hugs to you too, my friend. thank you for being here. xo37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-73829395660362183062015-04-02T14:54:40.172-04:002015-04-02T14:54:40.172-04:00Susan, i love your comment here. thank you dear fr...Susan, i love your comment here. thank you dear friend. i agree with you, loss must be welcomed in the door, and befriended. Loss is there, because love is there. If we resist loss, we resist love. Yes, I will go walking and watch the birds. xo37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-25069164802119313082015-04-02T14:51:41.013-04:002015-04-02T14:51:41.013-04:00Denise, there is another trip too. I started to ca...Denise, there is another trip too. I started to cancel both but something told me to do the second one. Maybe my mother is whispering to me. 37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-9941479233282178632015-04-02T14:42:50.236-04:002015-04-02T14:42:50.236-04:00Birdie, I have often thought of you and how hard i...Birdie, I have often thought of you and how hard it was in the days after your mother died. I understand it so much more deeply now. It doesn't go away. And yet we go on. How is that possible? xo37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-82668803320513303242015-04-02T14:41:35.067-04:002015-04-02T14:41:35.067-04:00Vesuvius, I think it means a kind of surrender to ...Vesuvius, I think it means a kind of surrender to what is. To life, to death, to change. Thank you for being here, dear friend. Welcome home.37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-54661558533794379252015-04-02T14:40:29.756-04:002015-04-02T14:40:29.756-04:00Ms. Moon, certainly your birds are a refuge for yo...Ms. Moon, certainly your birds are a refuge for you. It seems to me that they absolutely are. xo37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-15413083312527747782015-04-01T21:10:57.579-04:002015-04-01T21:10:57.579-04:00Hugs to you and I agree with Susan.Hugs to you and I agree with Susan.ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11376645220662546020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-40437192692697256202015-04-01T18:40:59.104-04:002015-04-01T18:40:59.104-04:00it's an excellent book. she knows that terrain...it's an excellent book. she knows that terrain. your instincts are right on time; i think it is critical to understand that everything you feel is the loss, and strange to say, to welcome it. let it all in, to inhabit you--and you'll let it go bit by bit. that's my experience, at any rate. love to you, my friend. and when you are not staying close to home, go walking. the birds in the park are waiting for you--and they do help.susan t. landryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12454487318141469849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-50300207725130847732015-04-01T17:30:45.342-04:002015-04-01T17:30:45.342-04:00Refuge. Death. Big ideas there. I hear you re can...Refuge. Death. Big ideas there. I hear you re canceling the trip. It's so hard to know what to do in the aftermath. So hard. You're in my thoughts.<br />'Denise Emanuel Clemenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10982725113569943337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-42552956067295667802015-04-01T17:29:56.062-04:002015-04-01T17:29:56.062-04:00I do not understand the quote at all. Isn't th...I do not understand the quote at all. Isn't the refuge of love in loving her mother and grandmother? And the birds? What is love if you have nothing or no one to love? <br />Maybe I am not a good person to ask. I miss my mom and my grandmothers every single day and the thought of that is causing me to cry as I write this. Birdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03479872783727855901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-19488049198608737662015-04-01T16:56:26.271-04:002015-04-01T16:56:26.271-04:00Sweet lady, trust your instincts and do what feels...Sweet lady, trust your instincts and do what feels right. And if nothing feels right, do what feels most peaceful and least anxiety-inducing. Go easiest on yourself. I have no idea what she means either, except something that seems impossible. I don't know. Sending love. Vesuvius At Homehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02783271096885148080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-73862922781204174872015-04-01T13:08:42.083-04:002015-04-01T13:08:42.083-04:00Speaking personally, not my mother or grandmother,...Speaking personally, not my mother or grandmother, surely, but the birds? Well. I have to think about that. <br /><br />Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.com