tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post4914321138032656563..comments2023-07-02T06:52:41.569-07:00Comments on notes, tales and observations: Changing seasons.Rosaria Williamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03133147851332084180noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post-37245813064883487022012-12-10T00:40:19.392-08:002012-12-10T00:40:19.392-08:00And when nature changes we accept it, naturally. H...And when nature changes we accept it, naturally. How is it as women we are caught between the tension of our needs and desires and the stagnant memories of what we are supposed to be because of when we were.Unspokenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16065870952905767595noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post-59823095089871748402012-12-05T08:44:31.748-08:002012-12-05T08:44:31.748-08:00Sally, I had not seen my eldest son and his family...Sally, I had not seen my eldest son and his family since the funeral last year. He has been battling his own evils; the entire family has been in a fragile setting. I really needed to be the grown-up, leading the way to healing, for all of us needed healing. This poem travels around that decision, to change for those who need that change, and to remain the same for those who anticipate that. Don't we walk a fine line all the time?<br />Rosaria Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03133147851332084180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post-66238895319847798682012-12-04T20:36:00.336-08:002012-12-04T20:36:00.336-08:00I just read your note. Rosaria, I love this poem!...I just read your note. Rosaria, I love this poem! You have really spoken to me in a deep way. I'm not sure I have accepted how I have changed. I still search for the woman who had not been devastated by shock and loss. I still hope she returns. How can she? She no longer exists.<br />Sally Wesselyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06470453773515491625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post-39445959070393474242012-12-04T20:32:14.181-08:002012-12-04T20:32:14.181-08:00Stunning. The second stanza really spoke to me. ...Stunning. The second stanza really spoke to me. I related so well because I feel that way so much since Julie died. Then, upon rereading the poem, I wondered at its meaning. Did you have to do that when you went home to visit? <br /><br />Choices, changes, reinventing the self, and yet, do we ever really change who we are?<br />Sally Wesselyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06470453773515491625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post-77038898682766969632012-12-04T16:17:16.213-08:002012-12-04T16:17:16.213-08:00Life is change. Our own bodies are changed out ev...Life is change. Our own bodies are changed out every 7 years. Some changes are welcome, some sought after, some thrust on us, and some we resist with all our might and it does us no good. To resist, I mean. ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post-86647655180011473502012-12-04T14:39:23.107-08:002012-12-04T14:39:23.107-08:00great to see you this evening at dverse ma'am....great to see you this evening at dverse ma'am...smiles.Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post-42223171231692079562012-12-04T13:48:41.171-08:002012-12-04T13:48:41.171-08:00I'm so glad you donned that scarf.I'm so glad you donned that scarf.Laurie Kolphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07494759781947881343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post-30908857430749134902012-12-04T13:34:37.501-08:002012-12-04T13:34:37.501-08:00If it's you, YOU, shedding, changing because i...If it's you, YOU, shedding, changing because it's time to do that, then I celebrate your evolving. If it's you thinking that others need to see you moving on or not hear yet more grief, I say it's okay to be where you are for as long as you're there feeling whatever you really feel and letting us know about it until you change. And there's no pressure to. You are perfect just the way you are.Grandmother Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18169464484379536529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post-8911405697168019032012-12-04T13:23:08.553-08:002012-12-04T13:23:08.553-08:00Nothing does remain or stay the same, but the clou...Nothing does remain or stay the same, but the clouds can sure cover that sometimes, great verse.Pat Hatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07745293224202430152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post-64394102922399775872012-12-04T09:06:02.601-08:002012-12-04T09:06:02.601-08:00i think sometimes we wear the grief, or the diffic...i think sometimes we wear the grief, or the difficulty and it does color our lives....and makes it difficult to see some of the other textures of life....and we have to sometimes take that off to be able to move forward...it is you...but bigger as well...and a lesson for us all..Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post-42008141304651752862012-12-04T08:52:32.581-08:002012-12-04T08:52:32.581-08:00Isn't it interesting how once the fingers begi...Isn't it interesting how once the fingers begin to write, we never know what will materialize...it activates a connection with our core. I especially liked the words:<br />"to appear the same to those paying attention<br />for those who need yesterday to remain in sight."Patriciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03688846429279351574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post-68862967905676724862012-12-04T08:45:15.258-08:002012-12-04T08:45:15.258-08:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269120272474965191.post-1293654230587797382012-12-04T07:30:35.350-08:002012-12-04T07:30:35.350-08:00I started this to talk about my personal voyage to...I started this to talk about my personal voyage to shed grief this last year. The notion that we must accept what cannot be changed was the motivating force; plus, with my family still fragile, I didn't want to burden them even more with my sadness.<br />Then, midway, as I was editing a few lines, the idea that we change all the time, in big and small ways hit me; then, the idea that the biggest change is to don that change, show people that it is ok to change, to drop the scarf for someone who no longer feels bound by old traditions of wearing a scarf, for instance.<br />So, this became bigger than my own instance.Rosaria Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03133147851332084180noreply@blogger.com