tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278805446419475912.post3481110057616265048..comments2024-01-25T13:50:36.131-08:00Comments on Excavator: Microcosmexcavatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12977971829976807873noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278805446419475912.post-25907325982593577202009-10-13T12:40:48.040-07:002009-10-13T12:40:48.040-07:00I really, really, really, really relate to this po...I really, really, really, really relate to this post.<br /><br />Really.<br /><br />And I'm learning to not tolerate the poison. Slowly.Quiet Dreamshttp://dreamsofquiet.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278805446419475912.post-67686934271203739722009-10-07T21:09:02.094-07:002009-10-07T21:09:02.094-07:00Thank you for your responses.
Aunt Becky, I don&#...Thank you for your responses.<br /><br />Aunt Becky, I don't think you have to be afraid. It seems from what I've read in your blog, that your moments with the Daver are whole. Your foundation is solid; ours is made of clay.excavatorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12977971829976807873noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278805446419475912.post-25019046957833834962009-10-07T20:36:12.218-07:002009-10-07T20:36:12.218-07:00This makes me very, very, very, very afraid. I am ...This makes me very, very, very, very afraid. I am afraid of looking into my future. So afraid.Aunt Beckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12146687582842259611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278805446419475912.post-41332597706005517052009-10-05T21:18:36.949-07:002009-10-05T21:18:36.949-07:00I was having a conversation with Mr. Spit a while ...I was having a conversation with Mr. Spit a while ago, when he asked me if something he had said bothered me. And I looked at him and suddenly realized, that yes it did, but that was my problem, not his. What he said was reasonable, what my mind did with it - blaming and dumping on myself, was not. And that he couldn't be responsible for what my mind did. <br /><br />I like your analogy of the marble, becaause I can choose, by getting good at the tilting, by strengthening those muscles, as it were, what hole I drop down. I don't have to be at someone's mercy, or even my own. <br /><br />Thanks for that image, I wish I had better things, more comforting things to say to you. I can offer my prayers for clarity and self awareness, that you make the best decision you can, within the circumstances.Mrs. Spithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03386820063407910064noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278805446419475912.post-44065392848549867382009-10-05T20:22:11.234-07:002009-10-05T20:22:11.234-07:00You have such a way with metaphor, such a way of h...You have such a way with metaphor, such a way of helping me see, of untangling yourself from old patterns. And such courage to do so.<br /><br />Wishing for you the same thing Sheri said.Lori Lavender Luzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15394441222262940632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-278805446419475912.post-18873832845814010972009-10-05T18:57:35.063-07:002009-10-05T18:57:35.063-07:00Beautiful writing, Excavator. It is so real...and ...Beautiful writing, Excavator. It is so real...and sad...and painful...and very thoughtful and deep.<br /><br />I love the comparison to the marble on the wooden puzzle board. The ball could fall through the holes at any time.<br /><br />It makes me hope there is some sort of wonderful conclusion to all of this...some resolution that all involved can live with, grow from and be happy with. And perhaps there is...Sherihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02482313659202902258noreply@blogger.com