tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935594309491848290.post6503522253252614014..comments2023-10-06T01:40:23.135-07:00Comments on Wander without being lost: I don't knowWanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12384347526625976847noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935594309491848290.post-1901608871498499802012-03-18T15:29:47.084-07:002012-03-18T15:29:47.084-07:00I feel these words. So often I'm lost on what ...I feel these words. So often I'm lost on what to say, toward kindness, even pain. Pain I know how to hold down deep. <br /><br />One of the reasons I started trying to respond to comments left on my blog, was to break down that barrier, to learn to communicate. When it comes to love, I'm still lost when it comes to words. (Hugs)IndigoSage Ravenwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17143502548162174269noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935594309491848290.post-42548793363317936392011-08-29T19:51:18.415-07:002011-08-29T19:51:18.415-07:00If you'll just close your delicate lips, and l...If you'll just close your delicate lips, and listen...<br />I like that, so true, but, alas, this is not to be.<br /><br />Wander.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935594309491848290.post-18319497492277357782011-08-29T15:24:34.933-07:002011-08-29T15:24:34.933-07:00"I don't Know" has to be the end of ..."I don't Know" has to be the end of the conversation sometimes, emotional vomit not withstanding. I friggin. Don't. Know. But I am knowing...TRYING...yes, exactly. Still trying. Some credit for that is long overdue. I know better how to talk to you, if you'll just close your delicate lips, and listen.Wine and Wordshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06778785233226804217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7935594309491848290.post-77591513619909079502011-08-29T08:45:57.428-07:002011-08-29T08:45:57.428-07:00Life is tenuous, fragile.. a fluke
a delicate bala...Life is tenuous, fragile.. a fluke<br />a delicate balance of opposing forces, improbably holding consciousness in its fulcrum... <br /><br />And the rugged, determination of its own existence will not let go, will NEVER let it go, and will hold to itself and beat its heart and insist on itself, until all else about it, all that defines it, is turned to dust, and there is nothing left to hold it.csalex@me.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12265169217623533733noreply@blogger.com