tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post586137501484372048..comments2024-02-11T03:39:05.836-05:00Comments on still life with circles: whispersstill life angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15150141781089602529noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-29181734351227450152012-10-17T00:51:11.766-04:002012-10-17T00:51:11.766-04:00Even if there might be plenty of Marble Falls home...Even if there might be plenty of <a href="http://listings.marblefallsrealestate.com/idx/15495/mapSearch.php" rel="nofollow">Marble Falls homes for sale</a>, it sure would take time for you to find the house which you could call home.Franceshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07418935569389606571noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-17210617659342108302012-03-26T08:15:53.661-04:002012-03-26T08:15:53.661-04:00There's so much in this post that had me noddi...There's so much in this post that had me nodding in that way that I nod when I hear a 'universal truth.' I'm more of a shunner than a screamer but it still applies. I've cold-shouldered people without even giving them a chance to explain or listen. <br /><br />It's just an endless cycle of self-forgiveness, isn't it? Having to accept all of these limitations--or better yet, embrace them as strengths. Gah! For what it's worth, I think you're pretty awesome--even in a grey t-shirt, you could never disappear.<br /><br />And the whole thing with happiness. There's a topic that I could ramble about for days.<br /><br />But I'll end my ramble with a little story for you. T shared your theory about whispering being creepier than yelling with C. She thought about it for a few minutes, climbed up on my lap, leaned into my ear and whispered, "Time."TracyOChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16227348728165440844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-18566540443246090902012-03-25T20:03:56.130-04:002012-03-25T20:03:56.130-04:00I come to your blog because my daughter died at 10...I come to your blog because my daughter died at 10 months of age just over 2 years ago and yours is the truth that most mirrors mine from what I can glean.<br /><br />I lost my closest circle of friends after my daughter died. Like some kind of sick joke, they each found there way out of my life within a year's time. I helped push them out I suppose. The facts are what they are. In the end I am left alone, rehashing the finer details.<br /><br />I hold onto the hurt and hold it fast to me. It is only recently that I have been lighting a candle for forgiveness. I am willing to forgive. I am not there all the way, but I can't hold onto the hurts anymore.<br />I forgive you for not just leaving me while I was down, but for kicking me and asking a few others to join in.<br />I forgive myself for lashing out, for trying to discern and protect what was left of my security, my trust.<br /><br />I light a candle for forgiveness and feel myself moving from willingness to actual acceptance and call this hope.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-68440094519843971982012-03-25T20:03:30.650-04:002012-03-25T20:03:30.650-04:00I come to your blog because my daughter died at 10...I come to your blog because my daughter died at 10 months of age just over 2 years ago and yours is the truth that most mirrors mine from what I can glean.<br /><br />I lost my closest circle of friends after my daughter died. Like some kind of sick joke, they each found there way out of my life within a year's time. I helped push them out I suppose. The facts are what they are. In the end I am left alone, rehashing the finer details.<br /><br />I hold onto the hurt and hold it fast to me. It is only recently that I have been lighting a candle for forgiveness. I am willing to forgive. I am not there all the way, but I can't hold onto the hurts anymore.<br />I forgive you for not just leaving me while I was down, but for kicking me and asking a few others to join in.<br />I forgive myself for lashing out, for trying to discern and protect what was left of my security, my trust.<br /><br />I light a candle for forgiveness and feel myself moving from willingness to actual acceptance and call this hope.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-83994418401329068592012-03-25T20:02:55.434-04:002012-03-25T20:02:55.434-04:00I come to your blog because my daughter died at 10...I come to your blog because my daughter died at 10 months of age just over 2 years ago and yours is the truth that most mirrors mine from what I can glean.<br /><br />I lost my closest circle of friends after my daughter died. Like some kind of sick joke, they each found there way out of my life within a year's time. I helped push them out I suppose. The facts are what they are. In the end I am left alone, rehashing the finer details.<br /><br />I hold onto the hurt and hold it fast to me. It is only recently that I have been lighting a candle for forgiveness. I am willing to forgive. I am not there all the way, but I can't hold onto the hurts anymore.<br />I forgive you for not just leaving me while I was down, but for kicking me and asking a few others to join in.<br />I forgive myself for lashing out, for trying to discern and protect what was left of my security, my trust.<br /><br />I light a candle for forgiveness and feel myself moving from willingness to actual acceptance and call this hope.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-26540381688772738582012-03-25T06:24:59.613-04:002012-03-25T06:24:59.613-04:00I miss you, Angie. I am happy, happiest I have bee...I miss you, Angie. I am happy, happiest I have been in a long time. And I miss you.<br />xoHope's Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04984543289642681339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-29900067705456059172012-03-24T22:57:00.369-04:002012-03-24T22:57:00.369-04:00I cant forgive myself. The hardest for me. Especia...I cant forgive myself. The hardest for me. Especially now that I know my husband has blamed me for stellas death, and has been mad at me for the last 16 months. Ive lost the real deep happiness after stella died. My outlook on life has changed. I do find myslef in moments of peace and thankfulness, but that joy and happiness i once knew is just gone. frozen into a silver moon in ashes upon my dresser. Im not sure hwat it takes to reawaken "happiness" I keep thinking to myself that another baby, a rainbow may help me find that joy again. but my husband wont have one with me. he doesnt trust that i would succeed in bringing a live child home ever again so he will avoid it all together. There was once a real sence of happiness, ive felt it. ive been more happy and now im less happy. plain as that. im not sure ill ever know happiness as i once did. <br />Maybe it was ignorance, but it was happy.KrystalKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09579205901383734176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-92098194558813167942012-03-24T22:54:01.739-04:002012-03-24T22:54:01.739-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.KrystalKhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09579205901383734176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-91313624413244370272012-03-23T23:02:01.310-04:002012-03-23T23:02:01.310-04:00I think you are right about the happiness. I am ha...I think you are right about the happiness. I am happy you share your life, your heart, here on this blog. And I am also happy that you live close enough that I can spend time with you in person, whispering and yelling.Janelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915523671055705679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-69173899322239454402012-03-23T11:53:49.044-04:002012-03-23T11:53:49.044-04:00I've been working being a whisperer for a lot ...I've been working being a whisperer for a lot of years now. I'm pretty good at it now. <br /><br />Happiness is so often a choice. You can't control what happens to you, but you can control how you react to it.HereWeGoAJenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17457680345376171720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-6087348791926947972012-03-23T01:29:37.829-04:002012-03-23T01:29:37.829-04:00I don't yell, and I don't whisper, either....I don't yell, and I don't whisper, either. It's more of a implode vs explode thing for me, where one day I'm holding things close to my chest, and the next I'm spilling everything. Constantly expanding and contracting, like a big Hoberman sphere. <br /><br />When I was a kid, forgiveness was easy because I would wake up the next morning with no memory of any insult that had been inflicted the day before. Now it's different. Don't get me wrong--it takes a BIG insult for me to hold a grudge, so I still give people the benefit of the doubt most of the time. But there is one person from my past who I can't ever forgive. He made my life a living hell, he's scary and brutish and ugly and abusive, and I'm still feeling the reverbs from that.<br /><br />As far as happiness goes, what's that? I don't even know what that means anymore. It seems like a secret code I can't crack. Moments of joy, sure, but happiness is a state of being I haven't experienced since Molly died.<br /><br />I don't know much about him, but Tom sounds like a cool dude. Did he find his thing? xoMissingMollyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06392712704302023431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-7008331298484212672012-03-22T17:21:59.414-04:002012-03-22T17:21:59.414-04:00I've missed your words Angie. I felt the ebb -...I've missed your words Angie. I felt the ebb - the movement away from here and then I felt a pull back. And reading your words is always such richness.<br /><br />I love the idea of being a "loof"!<br /><br />Happiness and forgiveness - I have found happiness (or perhaps contentment) came to me when I started forgiving - myself, God, the people who didn't get it right. The two seemed tangled together.Fireflyforeverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15290560217994184778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-13132286952727618662012-03-22T11:09:31.136-04:002012-03-22T11:09:31.136-04:00I like to hear you say you're happy. I'm ...I like to hear you say you're happy. I'm nervous about ever owning that phrase again. About whether happiness is nothing but an invitation for disaster, as it seemed to be before. I caught myself singing the other day, and I stopped.<br /><br />I was so angry with my students today for not doing the reading, for not making an effort. I whispered because it felt like the professorial thing to do, even though I wanted to shriek. It seemed to be more effective, I have to say.<br /><br />I love the idea of a man falling off his bike for your apparent nakedness.Brookehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05946311309467296976noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-26693321720085928122012-03-22T08:54:35.510-04:002012-03-22T08:54:35.510-04:00So many things I could comment on Angie. Your wor...So many things I could comment on Angie. Your words are always such a rich tapestry!!!<br /><br />The whispering over the yelling? Wow. Very timely for me, I shall have to give that a go with the kidlets tomorrow. I am a yeller and I am so tired of it... <br /><br />Lol about the pink shirt making you look naked... <br /><br />I think I agree with you about the happiness thing. I have seen this episode of Oprah you are talking about. It was very interesting.<br /><br />I don't often comment on blogs anymore Angie, but I think of you a lot. I hope you are well. xxSophiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17663682329663202706noreply@blogger.com