tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post1940240561309399610..comments2024-03-28T21:40:09.754-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: VibrationsMs. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-32196418580427610352015-08-05T22:15:30.416-04:002015-08-05T22:15:30.416-04:00Birdie- Well, there's something here and we kn...Birdie- Well, there's something here and we know it. We just don't know how to define or focus it. But it's real.<br /><br />Rebecca- Yes. You are right. This is my portal. <br /><br />Ellen Abbott- Yin and Yang. Without one, there is not the other. This is the way of it. <br /><br />Angella- When I read this, I cried. Because I think there is something so true here. Thank you. YOU are holy in my life. <br /><br />Ms. Vesuvius- Like what you wrote. Rivers are sacred, no matter what. <br /><br />Nancy- Yes. I so exactly know what you mean and I have experienced that before. Cozumel, Mexico is like that for me. I never went there until I was an adult and within just a few days, I knew I was home in some way. And over the past thirty years, I have become to believe that over and over again. <br /><br />Catrina- It's always in my heart, this place. Always. <br /><br />Mrs. A- Right before you posted this, someone tried to silence my memories. It was so odd. It happened and then I read your comment. And I thought, "No. No. You cannot shut me up."<br />Thank you, woman. <br />You know.<br />And you are brave.<br /><br />jenny_o- Thank you, my dear sweet woman. So much. <br /><br />Elizabeth- Oh, sweetie. The weather is lovely. Wish you were here. <br /><br />Desiree- I am so grateful to be able to write here what is in my heart. It is MY joy. Thank you.<br /><br />Steve Reed- I am going to bring home so many seeds and cuttings from Roseland. The best and most living of souvenirs. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-29224832547186969942015-08-05T16:28:06.369-04:002015-08-05T16:28:06.369-04:00There's nothing like coming home, even if home...There's nothing like coming home, even if home isn't really home anymore. It never quite leaves our blood, our senses. I can identify with all of this.<br /><br />I hope that Suriname Cherry grows! What a fabulous idea. I'd do more of that too, if it weren't for customs regulations. :/<br /><br />Why were '60s flashlights so terrible? Ours only barely worked too.Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-33647361331411446482015-08-05T13:00:03.232-04:002015-08-05T13:00:03.232-04:00Your writing is so deeply poetical and spiritual a...Your writing is so deeply poetical and spiritual and tugs at the heartstrings! Nourishes the soul. Desireehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01069419364783245762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-67308198266154026722015-08-04T23:55:11.428-04:002015-08-04T23:55:11.428-04:00As Vesuvius said, "Yes, Good Lord, yes."...As Vesuvius said, "Yes, Good Lord, yes."Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-22613420318702279292015-08-04T21:26:41.810-04:002015-08-04T21:26:41.810-04:00Intriguing thoughts and ideas and personal experie...Intriguing thoughts and ideas and personal experiences here. Not to mention the poetry of your writing, as with so much of what you post, Ms Moon. It is so nice to hear you are enjoying your stay so deeply.jenny_ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15475480579733466963noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-75390016514855430372015-08-04T19:38:04.438-04:002015-08-04T19:38:04.438-04:00when i went back to teaching, i went to work acros...when i went back to teaching, i went to work across the road basically from my childhood neighborhood. i choose to go there, and that was validating.<br /><br />i think sometimes being able to see it with our knowing now eyes is cathartic. it returns the parts that were good back to us, and reminds us that we lived to tell, and no one can silence our truths anymore. <br /><br />xxalainaxx<br /><br />mrs.missalaineushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08542984504965262088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-85224031246555885212015-08-04T19:18:10.200-04:002015-08-04T19:18:10.200-04:00Blessed! The first word that came to mind. YOU A...Blessed! The first word that came to mind. YOU ARE BLESSED. To have such painful childhood memories, yet the pull of the ancient trees, and the river, and the sun soaked wood bringing you such peace and contentment. That, my friend, is one big fat blessing. I'm so happy you're in your peaceful place, and hope you can draw on these memories whenever you need to. Catrinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17408495829569772826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-7705038258755524762015-08-04T17:59:06.621-04:002015-08-04T17:59:06.621-04:00I feel this way about Savannah, which is where I&#...I feel this way about Savannah, which is where I'm posting from. Have you ever been drawn to a place that you've never been before (that you know of)? There is something about this place, the brick streets and the houses and mansions, not all of them, but the ones built of a certain type of brick (I know that sounds strange; it's hard to explain). It all seems so familiar to me and evokes feeling of such sorrow and memories of misery, yet I can't keep myself from going to these locations in the city. I spent 4 hours at Bonaventure Cemetery yesterday. Coulda spent another 4. Time folding over on itself.Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11108038613426722566noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-61878025721364999882015-08-04T17:36:50.603-04:002015-08-04T17:36:50.603-04:00YES. Good lord, yes. YES. Good lord, yes. Vesuvius At Homehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02783271096885148080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-35177746429577868832015-08-04T14:57:20.704-04:002015-08-04T14:57:20.704-04:00I understand this so completely. Your words strike...I understand this so completely. Your words strike me as holy, filled with something beyond our conscious understanding. You come back here for the child you were, and if time does indeed fold and loop back on itself, then perhaps you whispered to that little girl lying on the sun warmed dock that it was all going to be okay, more than okay, a wonderful future awaited her, with beautiful children and grandchildren and a man whose arms you could trust in the deepest most holy way. If this is so, then is was you who saved that child, and allowed her to be with the rest of us here now, wise, loving, once again whole. 37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-82396513226831147082015-08-04T14:32:09.947-04:002015-08-04T14:32:09.947-04:00I'm not surprised that the place that gave you...I'm not surprised that the place that gave you respite and peace and escape keeps calling you back even though it exists in the same place that gave you so much pain.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-22683730461738678722015-08-04T14:08:29.660-04:002015-08-04T14:08:29.660-04:00This comment has been removed by the author.Radish Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06534752971317927559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-60154445980442812202015-08-04T14:08:09.323-04:002015-08-04T14:08:09.323-04:00I'm totally with you and Birdie Mary. Yes to p...I'm totally with you and Birdie Mary. Yes to parallel universes and the various portals through which we can travel to find them.<br />xoRadish Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06534752971317927559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-39449113906845447732015-08-04T13:31:40.132-04:002015-08-04T13:31:40.132-04:00I was just talking to my husband yesterday about t...I was just talking to my husband yesterday about this. I wonder if we lived as different people, sort of like reincarnation but living different lives at the same time. Maybe our spirits our souls can be in many places at once. I know I have a very deep connection to my great, great, great, great grandmother. When I have read stories about her I felt like I already knew about them. Quite honestly, I can't explain it in words. It isn't something I talk about to anyone other than my husband (and my massage therapist who started talking to me about similar stories one day) because it sounds so weird and flaky. Birdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03479872783727855901noreply@blogger.com