tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post6391405252080963255..comments2024-03-18T23:33:26.377-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: Cups Runnething OverMs. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-51817017976165635312011-06-15T20:14:32.666-04:002011-06-15T20:14:32.666-04:00Syd- I take vegetables to my kids. Lord knows I ha...Syd- I take vegetables to my kids. Lord knows I have enough!<br /><br />Angella- "Serve" is the word I was thinking of. The exact damn word. <br /><br />Jill- Tomorrow I have an entire day to do what I want to do. AN ENTIRE DAY!<br /><br />SJ- You know me so well. Love you, baby.<br /><br />A- I am feeling okay. Honestly. I just get up and do what needs to be done. And it is okay. <br />And what sweetness in my life!<br /><br />Omgrrrl- Have I told you lately that I love you?<br /><br />Michelle- Some DNA is shared and that is no lie. None at all.<br /><br />Ms. Bastard-Beloved- It's okay. I took a nap today and it is okay. I love you so much.<br /><br />deb- I know you do. I know you get it. Thank you.<br /><br />Akannie- Broom's in the laundry room. You're precious.<br /><br />Gradydoctor- Honey, all women know how to shell peas. Somewhere in our DNA, we know. Thumb slipping up the seam of the pod, beans pinging in the pan. You're on my grateful list. You know you are.<br /><br />Christina- Ha! I do the same! I can't stop writing. It's too buried in my soul to stop. And you make me think that maybe it's a good thing. Love you, dear.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-54901378600218388822011-06-15T19:07:20.942-04:002011-06-15T19:07:20.942-04:00Sometimes I put the washing through three times be...Sometimes I put the washing through three times because I'm so scatty I forget to take it out of the machine. I have less dust since I got rid of stuff but I can't keep on top of much for long.<br /><br />You're amazing, you do so much. Just make you sure keep on writing. I love you! xxChristina @ Fashion's Most Wantedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06583201549332262341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-82350347965983279972011-06-15T12:57:09.485-04:002011-06-15T12:57:09.485-04:00I almost cried when I read the part about you shel...I almost cried when I read the part about you shelling peas because my grandmother who we called Mudear short for mother dear used to do that with us. She'd sit us in a row on the porch with big metal bowls and me and my sisters would shell those field pies good. And then we'd pick through collard green leaves and later play outside while Mudear cooked it all up. No, I am not from the south but my Mudear was which is part of why I guess I found my way here. Summers shelling peas away from Los Angeles on a porch in Birmingham made way to college in Tuskegee, Alabama and then life as a grownup in Atlanta. <br /><br />And you, Sister Moon. You getting your hair brushed and you cutting Mr. Moon's hair and you making your pies and tending to your chickens and singing your Somewhere Over the Rainbows is enough. It so is. And. It is poetic. It is.<br /><br />P.S. Where else, pray tell, would we have learned of the 12 steps for Assholiness? ;)gradydoctorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10639816377218206777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-61860016662894333582011-06-15T11:15:31.329-04:002011-06-15T11:15:31.329-04:00And I'll just say this: there were times when ...And I'll just say this: there were times when my garden overwhelmed me and I just took armloads of fresh vegetables to the local food bank, and they nearly made me their QUEEN because they almost never get fresh vegetables. And I knew that it was exactly the way it was supposed to be.<br /> AND: Bloodletting used to be a common practice to cure what ails you. Maybe that's the reason for the feeling. At least you don't have to have nasty leeches crawling all over you.....<br /><br />hugs and sloopy smoochies to you on this particular day, girl. <br /><br />haha--my word verifications is: comin<br /><br />here I come...and I'll sweep up for ya.Akanniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00513632434353119491noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-11396604666756636612011-06-15T09:05:53.322-04:002011-06-15T09:05:53.322-04:00I don't what else to say except that I so get ...I don't what else to say except that I so get it.<br />I so so get it .<br /><br />heavy deep joy and tired and this is a season sigh.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15924061349390319473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-14878150716817730942011-06-15T09:03:40.260-04:002011-06-15T09:03:40.260-04:00I'm sorry your life is so hectic right now.
I...I'm sorry your life is so hectic right now.<br /><br />I love you.Sarcastic Bastardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17116577711704241625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-22236369683279791612011-06-15T07:48:36.780-04:002011-06-15T07:48:36.780-04:00I'm still thinking we were separated at birth
...I'm still thinking we were separated at birth<br /><br />xoxoxomichellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09861251743062824891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-85041015705695706402011-06-15T01:35:30.182-04:002011-06-15T01:35:30.182-04:00Another Miz Mable has entered your life???? Sweet...Another Miz Mable has entered your life???? Sweet.<br /><br />As for the farming thing - one (of the many things) you taught me is that a garden is like children. It thrives with a little neglect.<br /><br />Your earth will call you back when it is ready.<br /><br />Owen ALREADY has a fine career as a hairdresser.<br /><br />And you are a BRILLIANT writer. And daughter. And wife. And mother. And grandmother.<br /><br />And artist.Omgrrrlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06478395354251391121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-44626511817767334552011-06-15T00:43:06.508-04:002011-06-15T00:43:06.508-04:00Yes, many of us must take care of the people first...Yes, many of us must take care of the people first, before so many other callings; sometimes it is just necessary and proper. And time/energy consuming; yet one is grateful to be able to do it. And meanwhile richness keeps piling up ---the 102 year old lady who tends the plants on the porch and urges your mother to call on her for help, and of course Owen studying your hair as he brushes it... what sweetness. And you sound kind of mellow, despite everything.Ahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02307534252847118376noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-39195896020426305552011-06-14T22:37:51.774-04:002011-06-14T22:37:51.774-04:00Every single time you get busy or speed up a littl...Every single time you get busy or speed up a little, you feel the need to apologize and lament...I wish you didn't. It's just life; we're all in the same boat. All our lives are crazy hectic :) We stop by here, say a hello and how are you today, and I'm sure I speak for most when I say that's good enough for us. Just READING blogs is too much to cram in sometimes, let alone writing. All is well.<br /><br />I'm so glad your mom is feeling better. That should calm down soon.SJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14174193133138897712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-15494077318362937692011-06-14T22:37:20.777-04:002011-06-14T22:37:20.777-04:00Hearing about your day made me happy. Your cup is...Hearing about your day made me happy. Your cup is full. You seem to be handling all of the different directions you are being pulled to, but I hope you get more of your time back to yourself soon!Jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06671446238805535547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-25330673331461483392011-06-14T22:19:04.392-04:002011-06-14T22:19:04.392-04:00This is how it is but the image in my head of Owen...This is how it is but the image in my head of Owen gently brushing your hair is just too precious to contain. Everything sings here. And would you believe my word verification is "serve." We serve.<br /><br />Tell mr moon feel better!37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-14955497544437588752011-06-14T22:17:26.357-04:002011-06-14T22:17:26.357-04:00I am not beating myself up over things that aren&#...I am not beating myself up over things that aren't done. I do what I can. And I take vegetables to meetings and to give to others when I have too many. They are much appreciated.Sydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05642843245634635843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-10751148098911887772011-06-14T22:00:15.216-04:002011-06-14T22:00:15.216-04:00Birdie- I just feel like I'm not doing a good ...Birdie- I just feel like I'm not doing a good job and it makes me feel bad. <br />But thank-you. So much.<br /><br />x-ray Iris- It's been at least that long since I've done it too but I have no doubt that I remember how. <br /><br />Maggie May- I'd eat YOU up. <br /><br />Kati- Who know? Maybe this weekend? I'll call if I find a time segment. You're precious.<br /><br />rebecca- It would be awesomely beautiful. That's what if.<br /><br />Madame Radish King- I consider being an old Cracker Woman to be a thing of great honor. I strive to be one. I am not succeeding, though. But...those words? Made it all okay. <br /><br />erin- I am so sorry about your grandmama. I am happy to see your face here.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-12330418000655076742011-06-14T21:51:35.594-04:002011-06-14T21:51:35.594-04:00Oh I've missed reading your blog so much! I...Oh I've missed reading your blog so much! I'm so glad you're still here now that I've partially recovered from my malaise. I can't believe how big/old Owen is!erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00513388452402495090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-80344650489666132192011-06-14T21:44:30.713-04:002011-06-14T21:44:30.713-04:00You are the least ordinary person I know. Hardly c...You are the least ordinary person I know. Hardly cracker. Or crackers. I come here every day to get my fill of what I know I need. That's rare.<br />xoRadish Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06534752971317927559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-56558706354847066572011-06-14T21:10:09.019-04:002011-06-14T21:10:09.019-04:00and what if
i could turn your face to the timber ...and what if <br />i could turn your face to the timber of my heart? and our words sung out into the slow summer air...and we just<br />leaned into each other as familiar as sisters who had shelled a mountain of beans together?<br />it would be your words that made us fit so perfectly...and recognize each others hearts anywhere,<br />though we have never met.rebeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05265802752790310923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-3833758658050541612011-06-14T21:03:07.445-04:002011-06-14T21:03:07.445-04:00Ms. Moon, you let me know when you are ready to sh...Ms. Moon, you let me know when you are ready to shell peas. It is one of my very favorite activities in the entire universe - so very Zen and so reminiscent of childhood bliss on my granny's farm in South Carolina. I am so serious. I mean it!<br /><br />PS. I will bring my own bottle of wine. It is so helpful in the pea-shelling process.Kati Schardlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14976452398525277058noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-48187624384561578832011-06-14T20:43:10.092-04:002011-06-14T20:43:10.092-04:00your posts are so thick with life and good words a...your posts are so thick with life and good words and details, mary moon. i eat them up.Maggie Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14699674732274478502noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-80173339478493245662011-06-14T20:37:19.587-04:002011-06-14T20:37:19.587-04:00An "if only" comment here--
if only I l...An "if only" comment here--<br /><br />if only I lived near to you I would be so happy to shell peas for you. I haven't done it in about thirty-four years (back when I used to sit on the swing under the oak trees with my sister and my mother and my granny, shelling peas in pans in our laps in the green and gold and blue and white summer) but I bet I'd pick it up again quick.x-ray irishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01790611252277534198noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-78868532936074182252011-06-14T20:16:55.736-04:002011-06-14T20:16:55.736-04:00Why would you think your words do not sing? Your ...Why would you think your words do not sing? Your words of old ladies in assisted living, foxes, bugs biting your ass, birthday pies, chickens, grandsons, Mr. Moon and all the other things that go on in your everyday life sing to me. I really mean that. Keep writing Cracker woman! I love the music.Birdiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03479872783727855901noreply@blogger.com