tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post2376335586732810637..comments2024-03-27T22:11:56.751-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: Mixed Emotions, Or Yes, I Am HumanMs. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-27424643038568122352014-09-08T14:32:36.104-04:002014-09-08T14:32:36.104-04:00Two of a kind, Mary... I drive myself mad sometime...Two of a kind, Mary... I drive myself mad sometimes, always overthinking. And it all makes perfect sense in my head... but it can't really, because I keep most of it to myself, and if it did (make sense) there shouldn't be a problem telling anyone else. And oh, there must be something wrong if there's nothing to worry about! Which gives me something to worry about, and all's well with the world again... except we know that it's not... not really, but at least it's familiar territory! Well, that's my excuse, anyway :) xSandynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-75730383535047720252014-09-08T12:14:28.944-04:002014-09-08T12:14:28.944-04:00Sandy- You are so dear. Thank you. I always overth...Sandy- You are so dear. Thank you. I always overthink every emotion I have. This is nothing new for me but yes, the wrist may have brought things up. As for that quote- you know, I was thinking the exact same thing just recently. Not those exact words but the message. It does help. Thank you for your sweetness and your good words. <br /><br />Ellen Abbott- I sort of do. Okay, yes. I do. Every time. <br /><br />Jill- You nailed it- it DOES make me feel bad. But it is what it is. I am indeed grown enough to know that.<br /><br />Mel- Yes. All of that. Every bit. And our crossing was sweet and smooth. Mr. Moon's new boat engine is a wonder. <br /><br />Angella- Oh, I believe that we were fated to meet in this way. There was no way to avoid it and I am grateful. Rereading your words this morning brought a hot-spring of tears to my eyes. That is a very, very real feeling and you inspire these feelings in me. I always feel like you know, just as I know the feelings behind what you write. Bless.<br /><br />Syd- I do try. Thank you.<br /><br />Elizabeth- As you do for me in so many ways. Thank you, sweet sister in this way.<br /><br />Steve Reed- Oh, it always bewitches me. I am completely aware of its beauty. It's just the feelings it evokes which are not so good. <br /><br />Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-10324583504917560562014-09-08T07:24:23.138-04:002014-09-08T07:24:23.138-04:00I understand wanting to be home. A part of me feel...I understand wanting to be home. A part of me feels that way every single time I travel. I wouldn't assume you're completely finished with Dog Island, though. Something tells me you'll be bewitched by it again in a future trip. (In a good way!)Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-44133956754499513652014-09-08T00:24:16.447-04:002014-09-08T00:24:16.447-04:00I love when you ramble about life, and you do it b...I love when you ramble about life, and you do it beautifully here. You relieve me, you know? Provide solace and balm. Thank you.Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-15960798911744318942014-09-07T22:32:36.474-04:002014-09-07T22:32:36.474-04:00It's part of the journey to get out the raw fe...It's part of the journey to get out the raw feelings and then make a decision as to what I want to do about them. I understand being somewhere that brings pain and joy--all mixed together in the memories of the past and the reality of now. Live it. It's okay. Sydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05642843245634635843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-63614472308393652172014-09-07T12:01:13.044-04:002014-09-07T12:01:13.044-04:00Darling Mary, I entirely understand every word you...Darling Mary, I entirely understand every word you write here, indeed I have been having similar thoughts this morning about the need to not pretend that it is all a pretty picture, that's not life, is it? You feel what you feel, moment to moment, and acknowledging it is so much better (and safer) than pretending it away. You may go to Dog Island again with family members and feel differently on that trip. Or you may not. Whatever, you will be guided by your own truth and not anyone else's "shoulds." Also this is a vulnerable time. No one tells you that when you put out a book you feel naked before the world. Hug yourself my love. Listen to what Sandy says. It's a wonderful book and you are a writer to your core. And i love you so, all of you, every truth that is yours. Isn't it interesting how full-hearted one can feel toward one never met in the flesh? And yet, I think of you as my sister spirit, part of my soul cluster. I guess I am a little bit Oprahized, :)37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-17316470868075308812014-09-07T11:47:57.585-04:002014-09-07T11:47:57.585-04:00I think I understand a little of the complex feeli...I think I understand a little of the complex feelings you feel for Dog Island. I have places like that, raw and natural, where the real shore and tides can be experienced, where some of my happiest and worst memories live, and I feel conflicted about wanting to go there but knowing the triggers or sense memories that lay in wait. It's never what I am expecting it to be, and maybe it is the spirits or ghosts or maybe that's what memories are.... So much can be triggered by the smell or the sound or the feel of a place, can't it?<br /><br />Reading this post, I was struck by the feelings of guilt I have for my negative thoughts, I always judge myself for not being grateful enough or happy or content enough, so thank you for naming the Oprahzation effect. We should be allowed to feel how we feel, yes? And we all know that life ain't pretty. So, thanks for telling the truth.<br /><br />Your pictures from this trip to the island are so beautiful; it's wonderful how much you see it and can capture and share it with words and pictures.<br /><br />I'm glad you thought some of this through, and are figuring out how you feel about the island and how you want to pass it along for the next adventurers. I bet it's almost a comfort to allow yourself to think about letting go of this place if you want to. It's the deciding what you really want that's the hardest part, isn't it?<br /><br />Safe crossings back to the mainland, with your laundry in tow.<br />xoMelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10114884092474969555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-63191938993213051772014-09-07T11:18:46.524-04:002014-09-07T11:18:46.524-04:00I imagine that it feels odd to not want to be some...I imagine that it feels odd to not want to be somewhere so beautiful. But you shouldn't feel bad that you are struggling on the island. It is what it is. You are a grown woman and you know your self. You know how it is making you feel. Jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06671446238805535547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-48850743601215072282014-09-07T10:20:35.182-04:002014-09-07T10:20:35.182-04:00well, you know, there are razor blades everywhere....well, you know, there are razor blades everywhere. anyway, this is just one day of one visit. but if you are ready to go, then go. no big deal. doesn't mean you are done with the place. unless you feel that way every time you go.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-80679093901104550752014-09-07T10:15:42.555-04:002014-09-07T10:15:42.555-04:00It seems to me, Mary, that you've been doing a...It seems to me, Mary, that you've been doing a lot of reassessing and soul searching recently, and especially since having visited your doctor regarding your wrist. Maybe not the best time for making big decisions. Two paradises (paradii?) One for escape and tranquility and the other to live. Sometimes we're not comfortable with our thoughts, especially the dark ones when there are no distractions to quiet them. Back to your "little black man" (still smiling about that one!), your children, Owen and Gibson... to you own comfy bed. A change is as good as a rest, they say... meh, sometimes... I hope that for you, this is one of them. Fooling about with your Mr Sweetie... how that man sure loves you! Just keep on hanging in there... A quote I found a while back<br />"On particularly rough days, when I'm sure I can't possibly endure, I like to remind myself that my track record for getting through rough bad days so far is 100% and that's pretty good."<br />I have no idea who to attribute it to, but I read it when I'm feeling at my worst. And I've finally managed to get a copy of your book. You really must have more faith in yourself... and whatever you do, don't stop writing. I loved it xSandynoreply@blogger.com