tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post5518410258447845747..comments2024-03-28T14:45:34.423-04:00Comments on 37 Paddington: Figments and such37paddingtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-44577758385119609592015-08-07T18:11:21.457-04:002015-08-07T18:11:21.457-04:00Your photos are pure loveliness. Be well. I hope t...Your photos are pure loveliness. Be well. I hope the weariness passes.Denise Emanuel Clemenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10982725113569943337noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-81276673096310146462015-08-04T17:00:40.197-04:002015-08-04T17:00:40.197-04:00Lovely pictures. I can relate to your weariness, s...Lovely pictures. I can relate to your weariness, sometimes I wonder what is wrong with me that I seem to see with such monochromatic negativity so often and often times feeling so bad about my "dysfunction" can make me feel worse. However, when I'm able to maintain a healthier perspective, I remember that I am a sensitive person, and that being sensitive is not necessarily a fault, flaw, or weakness though it can be trying. Maybe the grief is resurfacing in a new way, and/or maybe your mind is making connections you aren't consciously aware of yet but you feel the emotional ripples. Sometimes I feel down and only after talking with the hubbo or hearing a news spot do I realize it was something outside myself causing the sadness and not really my "faulty wiring" ;) Whatever it is, I hope it passes through you easily. Sometimes all we can do is brace for impact and let the emotional waves crash through. It sounds like you're doing exactly what you need to, holding a hand and enjoying the flowers :) I think I will go find some nature and love myself this afternoon :) Thanks!HBFhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10338445335742876196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-692339014319245002015-08-04T10:53:00.925-04:002015-08-04T10:53:00.925-04:00I love the hand-holding story. It's alarming h...I love the hand-holding story. It's alarming how far away being older seems when we're young -- and how fleeting youth seems when we're older. If you know what I mean. Love the flowers!Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-60890730010562282282015-08-04T00:26:47.316-04:002015-08-04T00:26:47.316-04:00I have no wisdom to offer for sorrow, but it hasn&...I have no wisdom to offer for sorrow, but it hasn't diluted your photographic acuity.Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06318174928862120631noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-38836665214881539062015-08-03T22:19:18.573-04:002015-08-03T22:19:18.573-04:00Grief happens regardless. You miss your mom. You...Grief happens regardless. You miss your mom. You don't miss the old woman who was suffering, you miss the many mom's you had over the course of your life. I miss the mum that liked to walk with me. <br /><br />And trees and gardens and nature are wonderful for a grieving soul. My life so farhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16721270441968035994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-89379440182382160252015-08-03T19:20:28.596-04:002015-08-03T19:20:28.596-04:00Is it possible to go to Paris? Those Airbnb rental...Is it possible to go to Paris? Those Airbnb rentals are affordable, you know.<br /><br />I'm sorry for your sadness. I know it's not the whole truth of you, but I'm sorry it is there. Cheryl Strayed had a wonderful piece in The Sun about grieving her mother. Maybe you could relate. <br />http://thesunmagazine.org/archives/2192Vesuvius At Homehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02783271096885148080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-4879538330271664492015-08-03T17:02:07.136-04:002015-08-03T17:02:07.136-04:00The weariness of self is so common for me. I talk ...The weariness of self is so common for me. I talk about this in my novel when two characters meet, how their held gaze eases- for just a moment- the burden of personhood, of one soul tucked into one body, bearing it alone. Nature is so important. Did you see that documentary I linked in my recent blog post, the one about Alice Walker? You should watch it. It's so much about nature. Maggie Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14699674732274478502noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-8225247571182174952015-08-03T16:43:58.472-04:002015-08-03T16:43:58.472-04:00Your garden space is lovely and Birdie's right...Your garden space is lovely and Birdie's right. The more you try to avoid a feeling, the more it festers. sit with it and see if things level a bit. Hugs.ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11376645220662546020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-13378488034452426432015-08-03T15:29:51.604-04:002015-08-03T15:29:51.604-04:00I had left the above comment just as my computer w...I had left the above comment just as my computer was going all wonky. I hit publish before I should have. I just spent way too long trying to fix whatever it is that was the problem.<br />Anyway, don't push your sadness aside. It will just come back harder because it wants to be known. Welcome it and sit with it. II know it feels so terrible and running from it and trying to manage it feels like it will make it stop but it doesn't. Birdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03479872783727855901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-81996694034865620462015-08-03T15:23:06.652-04:002015-08-03T15:23:06.652-04:00I do know the sadness. And that it isn't all o...I do know the sadness. And that it isn't all of you. I wonder sometimes if it's chemical or genetic. Whatever it is, it's so so real. I do know it too well. Mwahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00954216492730746581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-54627236662181326432015-08-03T14:00:47.076-04:002015-08-03T14:00:47.076-04:00It doesn't matter that your mom was old and re...It doesn't matter that your mom was old and ready to die. She was your mom and you will always be her child. <br />Just sit with the sadness and welcome it like a friend.Birdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03479872783727855901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-85222276599569328172015-08-03T13:28:56.631-04:002015-08-03T13:28:56.631-04:00i love the area you are close to, go walking in. o...i love the area you are close to, go walking in. oddly, when i was nearing the end of my marriage and starting to yearn for more wildness, to think of leaving the city, my ex-husband and i often walked around the cathedral area, the far northern reaches of Central Park, the reservoir. we were always happiest away from other people, near trees and water. i am glad that you have a man you love to walk there with, too. it always helps. these periods of emotional churning is how we live; not the happiest part, or the easiest, but important. maybe--is this silly?--like birth, over and over. take good care of yourself, dear angella.susan t. landryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12454487318141469849noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-41423346957067412552015-08-03T12:32:00.510-04:002015-08-03T12:32:00.510-04:00It makes me so happy that you have some nature to ...It makes me so happy that you have some nature to stroll in, to restore your soul. <br />And yes, grief can come and go in so many different forms. <br />Glen and I hold each other up. We do. <br />Be well, my sweet. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-26029673283123808812015-08-03T12:24:34.940-04:002015-08-03T12:24:34.940-04:00I love your pictures and I wish your sadness would...I love your pictures and I wish your sadness would just go away. Last year when I just couldn't take it anymore, I did book a short trip away and it did make all the difference in the world. This past spring, I had a friend from Kamloops, BC come and take a short trip to stay with me so she could feel better, and I believe she did. We had fun time together. I hope you can take a short trip to feel better too. My Corner of the worldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01848296854617809245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9107151958453669111.post-35357120507879198042015-08-03T11:29:56.583-04:002015-08-03T11:29:56.583-04:00I think it's okay to allow ourselves to feel s...I think it's okay to allow ourselves to feel sad when we need to as long as we don't wallow in it. Those feelings arise for a reason, needing to be released. Honor that and then let that go to allow for space for the good to return. Hugs to you. Andrea Kelleherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12711352023496985469noreply@blogger.com