tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post2761921613158867196..comments2023-10-31T08:09:25.281-07:00Comments on T.: Rivers, and ButtercreamT. http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509409207991963533noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post-80259157156751680842013-09-30T12:04:24.722-07:002013-09-30T12:04:24.722-07:00"We can have our illusions of safety, but as ..."We can have our illusions of safety, but as inhabitants of the organism we call earth, we're all teetering on the same edge." Yes. Physical as well as emotional peril. As a river washes away our buildings, our known world, events and persons lost to us wash away our known world of order and balance and we are thrown (again) off kilter. I'm glad to remember Mark, though I knew but a little, and appreciate your writing about him.Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03052375488090209961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post-62379951987648326112013-09-29T13:50:48.636-07:002013-09-29T13:50:48.636-07:00A careful embrace from to you on the observance of...A careful embrace from to you on the observance of this day, which so profoundly altered and affected your life and all the other lives surrounding the one you have lost.<br /><br />Love, C.Foxessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06754083123669916994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post-52993214134332750922013-09-29T01:30:35.988-07:002013-09-29T01:30:35.988-07:00Dear T - buttercream and rivers; each expresses yo...Dear T - buttercream and rivers; each expresses your tugging sadness tonight. Interestingly, when I came to your blog this evening, I looked at your header photograph again before reading and instead of the dress on weathered wood I've seen here before, I saw a small continent with ragged coastlines and a distressed ocean. The word 'distressed' refers, of course, to the technique you use to stain the wood but reading on I see it's also a reference to the sensation you were carrying in your solar plexus when remembering Mark. Ouch. A friend who's just come through major heart surgery offered up the familiar image of life as a circle, only he added 'and that circle is a river'. He didn't mean that we swim around and around like fish in the same old fishpond but spoke instead of us getting to know the water in which we swim, its depth and temperature, the visibility dependent on the light or absence of light and the angle it bounces off or penetrates the surface. I like that. It's a little the same and a whole lot different. Love to you xoxo Claire Beynonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00005365677016923903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-937211191284874151.post-84659358039287623412013-09-28T21:50:46.712-07:002013-09-28T21:50:46.712-07:00Stormy here too, but just lots of noise, light, an...Stormy here too, but just lots of noise, light, and wet. Sometimes I think we have the same weather all over!Cro Magnonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06840670227576695352noreply@blogger.com