tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post8072302253853286539..comments2024-03-28T05:38:04.618-04:00Comments on Bless Our Hearts: A Tiny Trip Out Into The WorldMs. Moonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-22857842933006901522021-12-08T11:06:08.423-05:002021-12-08T11:06:08.423-05:00And the light through that tree is otherworldly.And the light through that tree is otherworldly.37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-11446964244913657492021-12-08T11:05:39.234-05:002021-12-08T11:05:39.234-05:00I do know that disassociated feeling, for me it...I do know that disassociated feeling, for me it's as if I am separated from the world by a glass bubble, everything muted, even my own thoughts and feelings. As for the melancholy, I think I've decided not to try to outrun it anymore, but to let it take me, like a leaf downriver, and see what shore I wash up on. Hugs, dear Mary. 37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-14543137482891286572021-12-07T17:27:43.404-05:002021-12-07T17:27:43.404-05:00Yes. The input can just be terrifically uncomforta...Yes. The input can just be terrifically uncomfortable. And your observation about opening the mental channels to outside stimulus makes complete sense. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-25845093288306940052021-12-07T17:26:26.522-05:002021-12-07T17:26:26.522-05:00It is unnerving! And I'm sure it's a copin...It is unnerving! And I'm sure it's a coping mechanism. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-31814993579559349642021-12-07T17:25:51.094-05:002021-12-07T17:25:51.094-05:00I'm trying my best not to think about it while...I'm trying my best not to think about it while in fact, I am freaking out.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-88300155216406481572021-12-07T17:25:28.140-05:002021-12-07T17:25:28.140-05:00That is so funny that we ate the same type of soup...That is so funny that we ate the same type of soup! And I mean- it's not like it was chicken soup or something so very common like that! <br />I'm glad you liked the picture. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-87306116809739064362021-12-07T17:24:37.036-05:002021-12-07T17:24:37.036-05:00Thanks for the reassurance, Steve. I appreciate it...Thanks for the reassurance, Steve. I appreciate it. And you're right - what in hell is normalcy? <br />Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-4869628337683173562021-12-07T17:23:57.088-05:002021-12-07T17:23:57.088-05:00I agree. It just makes going out so odd for me. Pr...I agree. It just makes going out so odd for me. Probably for many of us. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-48413978575322404872021-12-07T17:23:30.502-05:002021-12-07T17:23:30.502-05:00Oh dammit. These stupid viruses! I'm so sorry....Oh dammit. These stupid viruses! I'm so sorry. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-2084466245385655012021-12-07T17:23:03.724-05:002021-12-07T17:23:03.724-05:00Who would have ever thought that a virus could aff...Who would have ever thought that a virus could affect us all on earth this way? It's changed everything in a myriad of ways, hasn't it? Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-20246604962453310552021-12-07T17:21:38.019-05:002021-12-07T17:21:38.019-05:00Got it!Got it!Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-65407188578358666362021-12-07T17:21:20.128-05:002021-12-07T17:21:20.128-05:00Yes. I agree. Although at this point I'm not s...Yes. I agree. Although at this point I'm not sure what normal activities are. I vaguely remember getting out of the house more than I do now. I feel that perhaps I am permanently changed. Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-9127791886616167832021-12-07T16:38:01.274-05:002021-12-07T16:38:01.274-05:00lovely photo of the light through the trees! I un...lovely photo of the light through the trees! I understand (I think) the feeling of disassociation (sp) you describe. Spending time alone is not a bad thing all in all, but when one is then thrust into a social situation (of ANY kind- even shopping)...... it's almost a strain to keep up with the input. That's how I feel, anyway. It's easy to be alone....more challenging to open the mental channels to *outside* stimulus. does that make sense?<br />Susan MAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-88507632015927382612021-12-07T11:46:48.197-05:002021-12-07T11:46:48.197-05:00I think I have disassociated for most of my life ....I think I have disassociated for most of my life ... It's unnerving! Marcia LaRuehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13907511382483491066noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-18105781600078509692021-12-07T09:32:09.673-05:002021-12-07T09:32:09.673-05:00I think it is the holiday season that makes it har...I think it is the holiday season that makes it hard to concentrate. So many things to do and Christmas is coming so quickly. It is hard to NOT think about it!Ellen D.https://www.blogger.com/profile/03776803182673252265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-37538321808572475282021-12-07T07:21:41.216-05:002021-12-07T07:21:41.216-05:00There's nothing wrong with being content to be...There's nothing wrong with being content to be alone - but it's obviously nice to know it's an option isn't it. And oddly enough I had (bought) Tom Kha Gai soup yesterday and it was lovely. I should try to make it myself too but at the moment I'm just not feeling it. Love that first picture too - it's just stunning!Treadershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08613671137557939083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-26027430816086742252021-12-07T05:44:12.216-05:002021-12-07T05:44:12.216-05:00Maybe the problem isn't whether or not you'...Maybe the problem isn't whether or not you're being "normal" but your perceptions of normalcy. I think most of us live with a level of distraction and dissociation, even when we're sitting with friends or out in a social situation. Maybe you are, in fact, perfectly normal in that respect. :)<br /><br />(I find that the more I'm online, the more I feel that way, weirdly.)<br /><br />In any case I'm glad you got out and visited with some people. Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-31843595446997458612021-12-06T22:10:54.521-05:002021-12-06T22:10:54.521-05:00There is nothing wrong with being solitary, with n...There is nothing wrong with being solitary, with not desiring company, with being alone and being content.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-50508733418940433922021-12-06T21:02:36.470-05:002021-12-06T21:02:36.470-05:00I love that photo of the light filtering through t...I love that photo of the light filtering through the leaves of the tree. <br /><br />I'm still sick. My heading is pounding and the big guy is sick too. Yay.<br /><br /><br />Pixiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01313413260127376288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-40059374829582359982021-12-06T19:03:18.553-05:002021-12-06T19:03:18.553-05:00The magical top picture with shafts of morning lig...The magical top picture with shafts of morning light filtering through the mistiness and the foliage seems to reflect your slightly dislocated mood. I guess that COVID and its implications are partly responsible - an unwanted guest who has stayed too long.Yorkshire Puddinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019673884543913089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-57974287715256824202021-12-06T18:59:22.186-05:002021-12-06T18:59:22.186-05:00Mosses? Nowadays!! Auto defeat.Mosses? Nowadays!! Auto defeat.Boudhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00641013916263271948noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2086296370004835655.post-72720590539275300742021-12-06T18:58:31.215-05:002021-12-06T18:58:31.215-05:00Interesting musing again. I think that mental stat...Interesting musing again. I think that mental state has overcome a lot of us. I have difficulty being present where I am. Came home from the library by a different route than I intended yesterday. Just not mentally present to where I was driving. Not lost, just on an okd auto pilot, driving up the road I used to live on which I never do mosses. So I think that's similar, mind going hundred miles an hour on imaginary dialogs. I think it's stress plus isolation from normal activities.Boudhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00641013916263271948noreply@blogger.com