tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32356771.post4213266972202259528..comments2007-07-21T04:10:01.111-07:00Comments on waiting on the front porch: all saint's day is the day of the deadbeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515424386033586219noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32356771.post-45365026221363191702006-11-02T10:34:00.000-08:002006-11-02T10:34:00.000-08:00I agree with what everyone else has said and don't...I agree with what everyone else has said and don't feel I can add much except just to say I'm listening. I hear you. And you don't have to be a superwoman and be happy all the time. It's ok to feel sad and lost and it's more than ok to ask for what you need when you do. {{{Bee}}}Deb Rhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03322863748665701618noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32356771.post-54627864978403582682006-11-02T06:12:00.000-08:002006-11-02T06:12:00.000-08:00Bee,
I really think Banane is onto something here,...Bee,<br />I really think Banane is onto something here, with her allowing your mom in as someone who is dead, not someone who once lived. I think that is beautiful, and healing, and all things good. <br />Also, I know you don't feel like you're strong right now, but, I can see that you are. You have to trust me on this one. You know what's strong about you today? You wrote all that down. That's strength. Expressing that takes strength. (Expressing it as eloquently as you do takes talent, but that's another thing.) Think of it as an identity crisis: what you feel isn't always what you actually are; think of all the people we knew when we were younger who didn't feel like they were gorgeous, when anyone on the street would have seen that they were. <br />xo, jjhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02623428902012438309noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32356771.post-54082979468166960372006-11-01T18:46:00.000-08:002006-11-01T18:46:00.000-08:00The 'oh I'm fine, I bounce' thing... Not good for ...The 'oh I'm fine, I bounce' thing... Not good for the soul. <br />Gosh, I have the feeling you and I could really talk. But right now I wish I had the words for you, but I actually have too many! Your post was so honest and real, and it makes my mind spin with thoughts. So all I can say that might help, is be in it. Because you can't be anywhere else. Go through it. Share it. Whatever it is you need, ask for it. Take the risk... I think it is a bigger risk not to ask. <br /><br />Sending you love and prayer<br /><br />:)Amberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04680903854519503303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32356771.post-19331732313455208462006-11-01T13:29:00.000-08:002006-11-01T13:29:00.000-08:00Sweet Bee, take one thing at a time one day at a t...Sweet Bee, take one thing at a time one day at a time. Though you are a brave superwoman, you will indeed become overwhelmed by trying to tackle everything in your head. Try to be kind to yourself and continue to nurture your heart and your head. <br /><br />I wish that I had the magic answer; all of us who come here do. I understand putting up walls, and I understand not wanting to expose those who love you to the pain. It is such a difficult balancing act. <br /><br />You talk about that the fact that you are yourself in this forum, and you talk about the fact that despite hearing everyone tell you how stunning and good you are, you have a hard time believing it. This brings tears to my eyes. Please remember that we do indeed think this, and that is why we continue to come back. You are appreciated for who you truly are here, and despite how you are feeling now, people do indeed see the beauty that is you. You touch us all in a very powerful way. Your honesty and your brave and eloquent words are cherished.<br /><br />xoxoxAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32356771.post-25533910387592548512006-11-01T12:54:00.000-08:002006-11-01T12:54:00.000-08:00Some wise person once observed that the things tha...Some wise person once observed that the things that are meant to happen to us are the things that have happened. I find some solace in remembering this, myself.<br /><br />I'm so grateful - and so are many others - that you <b>aren't</b> the girl in the black power suit with the soul of a clerk. I hope you are glad as well.Hulleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04936914788689260243noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32356771.post-53286073002670187192006-11-01T10:14:00.000-08:002006-11-01T10:14:00.000-08:00bee~ you've done it again...you've reached up and ...bee~ you've done it again...you've reached up and tugged on my sleeve to let me know you need to be held. And Oh, how I would hold you. I would sit down on the comfey couch, pull you onto my lap, wrap my arms around you and rock you for awhile after I told you to hush and listen to your heart.<br /><br />And what would a mother say to you as a daughter after reading this... I would say...Be true to your heart, speak the truth~ it is more painful not to. Hear that again, it is more painful to hold your fears inside and not speak the truth. The truth will always set you free. The truth gives you wings of bravery that leave fear behind. Only you know what truth you must speak...but 'fear' is a red flag. And the longer you let it feed, the bigger it grows and the harder it is to fly away from. I understand 'what ifs'....but they are just thoughts that can be given power by dwelling on them, or letting them go with the assurance that they were not your path. Accept your path...that acceptance gives you self-confidence...the confidence you need to speak the truth and the truth you need to bravely fly. It is a circle that is made complete with all the elements in place.<br /><br />Brave brave girl, feel loved, even when the arms you think you need arent't there...others are.<br /><br />loving you my sweet,<br />xxx darleneDarlenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06081653211179263967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32356771.post-45908566629708364532006-11-01T10:01:00.000-08:002006-11-01T10:01:00.000-08:00Sometimes I wonder what I would even tell the youn...Sometimes I wonder what I would even tell the younger me? Are there words powerful enough to fix things? They say it's healing to try, and I've tried several times... not accomplished much though. But rather cleansing to try. <br /><br />At least now we can tell ourselves the things we wish others would say today! <br /><br />(I love being an adult! LOL)Jana Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11720367787031733691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32356771.post-14127709656785945962006-11-01T09:42:00.000-08:002006-11-01T09:42:00.000-08:00Hey baby doll, i don't know if i've ever been comp...Hey baby doll, i don't know if i've ever been completely open to anyone. i keep my secrets. i wouldn't want anyone to hurt themself as they stumble over objects frantically backing away from me. hehehe.<br />sweetie...you'll find your way. Shirt, shoes, power suit not required, just wear sun glasses and stay on the road. oh and bring along the Coppertone. later babes.Spiky Zora Joneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09283587481327552086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32356771.post-81741515344626665322006-11-01T08:31:00.000-08:002006-11-01T08:31:00.000-08:00yep..there's that "life in layers" thing again. g...yep..there's that "life in layers" thing again. god, i'd love to have long and interesting conversations with you about such things.<br /><br />hang in there chica. i luv ya.<br />j.Jessiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10377814945121401007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32356771.post-49780231314823828092006-11-01T07:51:00.000-08:002006-11-01T07:51:00.000-08:00Sweetheart you are so wise and so strong...but rem...Sweetheart you are so wise and so strong...but remember it's OK to be sad. It's OK to grieve. It's OK to take some time for you...<br /><br />Do not let the 'what ifs' get bigger than they have to be, sweet girl.<br /><br />Cxx<br /><br />PS I feel down today also, and my big old grey cat is sat on my lap purring for all he's worth. It's helping. I send some of his feline love you way.Clairehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15681193035888306703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32356771.post-71911979917484534342006-11-01T07:29:00.000-08:002006-11-01T07:29:00.000-08:00Bee, your raw emotions here were written so eloque...Bee, your raw emotions here were written so eloquently. I remember Leonie, Liz and Susannah once wrote a note to their younger "selves" about love and advice they wanted to give. Perhaps advice their parents never had the chance, nor the will to give. I have yet to do this writing exercise and when I return from my trip I really want to. I think it sounds so healing, doesn't it? I think your 17 year old self needs to be loved by and hear from your 28 year old self. You have such a strong spirit in your words. It is so easy to feel drawn to this. No wonder my sister fell in love with you. About your partner, I wanted to say that yes...honesty is always refreshing and clearing even if it doesn't fix things.<br /><br />By the way...is that a picture of you? It's ethereal.<br /><br />Lots of warm hugs,<br />Bohoboho girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03831320334520839164noreply@blogger.com