tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post7881642057023765207..comments2024-03-29T03:53:25.372-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: SundayMs. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-86191060491347096232010-08-25T17:13:38.100-04:002010-08-25T17:13:38.100-04:00Your words speak volumes to me Ms. Moon...I too lo...Your words speak volumes to me Ms. Moon...I too love my kids as deep as the deepest ocean and I have to restrain myself at times to hold back<br />my circling arms that want them to forever be near me. I know I have to let them have their lives, but still my heart goes to them...when they have children they too will understand that...Ellenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00912709342270151365noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-20371001465349684242010-08-24T13:34:03.596-04:002010-08-24T13:34:03.596-04:00Oh it breaks my heart. I see you love Jessie and m...Oh it breaks my heart. I see you love Jessie and must let her lead her own life but that surely is the hardest bit of it. I can't even imagine how worried my mother must have been when I came home with a Scotsman. At the time, I really just didn't see it.Mwahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00954216492730746581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-43539500220346302272010-08-23T11:00:05.721-04:002010-08-23T11:00:05.721-04:00I hope your trip to the beach restores your soul a...I hope your trip to the beach restores your soul and gives you a deep peace.<br /><br />I love you so!Sarcastic Bastardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17116577711704241625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-17415710285244688902010-08-22T21:29:53.189-04:002010-08-22T21:29:53.189-04:00Michele R- My children's lives are their own a...Michele R- My children's lives are their own and in my soul I know that. And that is all there is to it.<br /><br />HoneyLuna- We just ate soup that I made and it was delicious. There is no food more honest than soup. I am proud of you. And I love you. Thank-you for understanding my heart. <br /><br />SJ- We don't stay in the village in which we were born any more and that is wonderful and that is awful. But honestly- love is good, no matter what. And the rest of it? We'll work it out, as I said.<br /><br />Ms. Trouble- Same to you, honey.<br /><br />Lisa- Really? Okay. I would love that.<br /><br />Michelle- That mean Aunt Jessie? She is star-lit.<br /><br />Syd- Well. I have a bad history of Sundays. <br /><br />Elizabeth- Life just has no easy answers, does it? All we can do is love the way we can love. I think, anyway.<br /><br />Bethany- The beach IS just right. I wish we could all be here together.<br /><br />Ms. Fleur- It is!<br />A very meek and mild one.<br /><br />Swallowtail- Just reporting the facts, m'am, as I see it. I swear. That is all.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-24796801783357578492010-08-22T18:27:22.616-04:002010-08-22T18:27:22.616-04:00I am sure that you have had a gorgeous, heart-fill...I am sure that you have had a gorgeous, heart-filled day at the beach. Your delicious soup, friends and amazing take-on-life inspire all of us (me, for sure) to appreciate and participate in this thing called Life.<br /><br />Thanks.Laura Paine Carrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05062656101856415850noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-74852256964449200822010-08-22T16:31:39.913-04:002010-08-22T16:31:39.913-04:00Sounds like a hootenany! Have fun at the beach.Sounds like a hootenany! Have fun at the beach.Petit fleurhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02626110471501778855noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-80921083335496586512010-08-22T14:39:20.824-04:002010-08-22T14:39:20.824-04:00hugs to everyone.
Wow, that's really something...hugs to everyone.<br />Wow, that's really something that Jessie made her first soup last night. Go Jessie!<br />yesterday was my Sunday. Today it's raining and I feel surprisingly better.<br />always happy to have a visit here.<br />it soothes.<br />hope the beach is just right.Bethanyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03510823788662848522noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-28465513132800826112010-08-22T14:33:05.999-04:002010-08-22T14:33:05.999-04:00I can think of so many instances where my own moth...I can think of so many instances where my own mother harps on how far we are from her, how no one loves her enough to have stayed close by, etc. etc. It drives me crazy and makes me feel guilty and, frankly, drives me away. However, I am a mother, too, and imagining the time when my own children might one day live far from me just about breaks my heart. What you wrote to your daughter was perfect -- and I hope that one day I will be just as graceful as you.<br /><br />Love to you on a blue Sunday --Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-43535720059635181922010-08-22T13:40:05.732-04:002010-08-22T13:40:05.732-04:00I used to feel sad on Sunday because it meant back...I used to feel sad on Sunday because it meant back to work on Monday. Now it is another day to just enjoy and revel in. Enjoy your full heart.Sydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05642843245634635843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-43085108470919737712010-08-22T13:15:48.335-04:002010-08-22T13:15:48.335-04:00You and Honeyluna are something to behold.
xoxox...You and Honeyluna are something to behold. <br /><br />xoxoxomichellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09861251743062824891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-18598479816372250342010-08-22T13:13:08.914-04:002010-08-22T13:13:08.914-04:00So much loveliness. Life is all about the buried t...So much loveliness. Life is all about the buried treasure.<br /><br />Come on over. I will make you your own soup.Lisa Page Rosenberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10959648783502475353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-14823085077375174392010-08-22T12:31:41.762-04:002010-08-22T12:31:41.762-04:00Oh goodness. Happy Sunday!Oh goodness. Happy Sunday!All This Trouble...https://www.blogger.com/profile/00500426849293742171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-18102678087331322612010-08-22T12:13:00.780-04:002010-08-22T12:13:00.780-04:00I bet you are already on your way -- but, I think ...I bet you are already on your way -- but, I think you are wonderful and moments like you had last night overwhelm me often when I'm rocked in the arms of family and love. Sometimes its awfully hard to take, even when its a good thing.<br /><br />Honeyluna -- I still remember when I made my first soup a few years ago...it really is a big moment, isn't it?SJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14174193133138897712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-78004202533356947222010-08-22T11:37:13.075-04:002010-08-22T11:37:13.075-04:00Thank you, Mama. Sometimes a girl needs to cry, an...Thank you, Mama. Sometimes a girl needs to cry, and we both experienced that last night.<br /><br />I made my first soup yesterday, and I saw it as a huge moment in my life. I am still sprouting and growing. I am grateful you have provided me with that rich soil and water to grow.honeylunahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10528514781592213251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-30860119489462831992010-08-22T11:31:00.640-04:002010-08-22T11:31:00.640-04:00I have learned that all mothers say things that hu...I have learned that all mothers say things that hurt feelings, but there is a character and personality difference between those who admit they were wrong and apologize and those who have no empathy and do not apologize. Clearly you are the former.<br />I am the soup maker of my family too.Michele Rhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17030846420862437581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-65857525081356636102010-08-22T10:37:53.327-04:002010-08-22T10:37:53.327-04:00rebecca- Yes. I realize that I wrote about the ear...rebecca- Yes. I realize that I wrote about the earth and you the sky today. Perhaps tonight we shall write of water and light. You have no idea what your comments mean to me. Thank-you.<br /><br />deb- Sunday's can be hard. We can write (I first wrote "right") our way out of them. We can make soup. We can be still. We can relax and let it flow within us and without us.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-18628069524703448072010-08-22T10:34:15.740-04:002010-08-22T10:34:15.740-04:00Ms. Moon.
I am quieted by this today.
Deep in my ...Ms. Moon.<br />I am quieted by this today. <br />Deep in my own Sunday as well.<br />You speak my heart and soul here today.<br /><br />and may I add, that I am known as a local soup giver . <br />It makes me proud to be in this great tradition of love giving with you.<br /><br />have a full full and abundant beach day.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15924061349390319473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-68502739097685696132010-08-22T10:27:42.695-04:002010-08-22T10:27:42.695-04:00when i come to you...i swim in holy water. i open ...when i come to you...i swim in holy water. i open like a spring nest of hungry young birds...mouths forever opening like new flowers reaching for the sun and you feed me.<br />you pull up treasure from the dark musky earth and nurture me. each word rooted firmly in a sage mother's heart.<br />and then i fly away into the impossibly blue sky fortified and willing to weather this storm we call living.rebeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05265802752790310923noreply@blogger.com