tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post8826731539373181670..comments2024-02-11T03:39:05.836-05:00Comments on still life with circles: Thesaurus Meditationstill life angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15150141781089602529noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-64161237427397129262017-05-21T23:45:47.707-04:002017-05-21T23:45:47.707-04:00I am thankful to you for sharing this awesome arti...I am thankful to you for sharing this awesome article with this helpful knowledge.<br /><a href="http://www.mindvalleyacademy.com/blog/mind/meditation-for-kids" rel="nofollow">Children's meditation</a>Tom Chavezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06500557383785088312noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-24686773831594109972009-03-29T18:08:00.000-04:002009-03-29T18:08:00.000-04:00Disquiet, that's it. Easily upended into despair. ...Disquiet, that's it. Easily upended into despair. Sometimes when I am experiencing the raw heartache, I hear myself breathing with that same action that comes with sobbing. I don't even have to be crying anymore. I think that a part of me goes on wailing and being wretched while other parts of me carry on with the building of happy and caring for the mortals. There are 2 sets of emotions running at all times.Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04785702517380779595noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-72598296715615974182009-03-29T16:00:00.000-04:002009-03-29T16:00:00.000-04:00The poetry of grief - I found this so hauntingly b...The poetry of grief - I found this so hauntingly beautiful & painful. Thank you Angie.<BR/>And, on the subject of happiness ...I'm hoping for contentment again someday. I've always preferred the longterm potential of contentment to the visceral kicks of happiness.Fireflyforeverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15290560217994184778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-26387429709333655532009-03-27T09:52:00.000-04:002009-03-27T09:52:00.000-04:00You fascinate me. Thank you for your tender comme...You fascinate me. Thank you for your tender comments on my blog. They give me a sense of peace first thing in the morning. It doesn't last long, but knowing I'm not alone gives me a tidbit of peace. I too love words. I'm a self proclaimed poet, and I have used the Thesaurus countless times to find alternative words so sound more...I dunno...poetic? Anyhow the comment you made about paradise intrigued me, so I looked up the definition for paradise:<BR><BR/>par⋅a⋅dise [par-uh-dahys, -dahyz] –noun 1. heaven, as the final abode of the righteous. <BR/>2. an intermediate place for the departed souls of the righteous awaiting resurrection. <BR/>3. (often initial capital letter) Eden (def. 1). <BR/>4. a place of extreme beauty, delight, or happiness. <BR/>5. a state of supreme happiness; bliss. <BR/>6. Architecture. a. parvis. <BR/>b. an enclosure beside a church, as an atrium or cloister. <BR/>7. (initial capital letter, italics) Italian, Pa⋅ra⋅di⋅so /ˌpɑrɑˈdizɔ/ Show Spelled Pronunciation [pah-rah-dee-zaw] the third and concluding part of Dante's Divine Comedy, depicting heaven, through which he is guided by Beatrice. Compare inferno (def. 3), purgatory (def. 2). <BR/><BR><BR/>That got me to thinking...paradise doesn't have to be a PLACE we go to or are at. Or as Meatloaf so ellocanlty puts it, found by the dashboard light...No, Happiness doesn't = Pardise and vice versa. When my daughter was born, I was in paradise...right in that same wretched hospital that a year later my son was born dead in. But there are moments, fleeting, where I still find my paradise, usually in my daughters laughter. I tried like Hell the week my son died to get away. To go to Hawaii or somewhere. My husband, the logical one kept telling me I wouldn't find my happiness there, my grief would follow right behind like a shadow. And I watched so many baby loss momma's try to "get away" and I wondered, did it help? And no. It never did. And I realized that grief follows you right into paradise. It follows us wherever we go. Heaven, Hell, Hawaii...I think we'll always have it, even in our happiness, even in our paradise. And that, that fact that it will never go away, that gives me the most "disquit" I can even phathom. I hope this made sense.Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04602706939281669017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8013443217504323406.post-65882513686931891832009-03-27T06:51:00.000-04:002009-03-27T06:51:00.000-04:00Oh yes, those are some unique noises.Oh yes, those are some unique noises.Hope's Mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04984543289642681339noreply@blogger.com