tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064478678164369045.post2085226379742453686..comments2023-10-17T04:39:04.912-04:00Comments on lattes & rainy days: body talk: part 6kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09789771023962578029noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064478678164369045.post-30078323938760752652009-05-05T20:39:00.000-04:002009-05-05T20:39:00.000-04:00This question catches me: "What if nobody did anyt...This question catches me: "What if nobody did anything, what if we just all sat around and consumed oxygen and stared at each other?" Yes, what if? I need to stay with it awhile and see what comes. Such beauty has come out of your own living the questions. Thanks for letting me stare long and deep in your bared soul, breathing in the air around you. It is good.Joellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01548545260637445141noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064478678164369045.post-39476511370728784332009-05-04T20:28:00.000-04:002009-05-04T20:28:00.000-04:00ah... hard places... but you tell them softly...ah... hard places... but you tell them softly...L.L. Barkathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13333960142447144678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064478678164369045.post-84314292390529965852009-05-01T16:40:00.000-04:002009-05-01T16:40:00.000-04:00Sigh.
I love you, my friend. You are so beautifu...<I>Sigh.</I> <br /><br />I love you, my friend. You are so beautiful in every possible way, and your words are so incredibly life-giving to so many. <br /><br />It's amazing to me how much life I see flourishing all around you: your life with James, your blogging, and now even your Twittering. Things are picking up speed, and it's all so beautiful and amazing.<br /><br />Love you.christiannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06278757714101308785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1064478678164369045.post-31096823950792313202009-05-01T16:23:00.000-04:002009-05-01T16:23:00.000-04:00Ow, ow, ow. That's how I felt through every part o...Ow, ow, ow. That's how I felt through every part of this post. Even though most of your pain was the healing kind, or at least the kind that's necessary for healing, I hurt for you here. <br /><br />And then I see the beautiful person you are today, the one marrying James, the writer, the photographer, the weeper, the mourner, the celebrate-er, and I can't help but want to tell you again that you're beautiful, no matter how you are, whether you're doing something, not doing something, whatever. Love you, friend.Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05220448315369951650noreply@blogger.com