tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596066925662418641.post8774345865267844819..comments2023-11-02T01:35:13.597-07:00Comments on Poem, Sweet Poem: Sappho on the Edge of the WorldMegan Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00520307813991565047noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596066925662418641.post-51786155395915448852012-04-23T01:08:56.027-07:002012-04-23T01:08:56.027-07:00The beach is fantastic!So beautiful!I'd love t...The beach is fantastic!So beautiful!I'd love to have a visit!Alicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01528612413167251348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596066925662418641.post-84485387728718120282012-03-03T23:53:04.615-08:002012-03-03T23:53:04.615-08:00Sounds lovely. The sea has a magical impact on us....Sounds lovely. The sea has a magical impact on us.Thea vintagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10951553873220463993noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596066925662418641.post-41558290346995375242012-03-03T04:05:02.577-08:002012-03-03T04:05:02.577-08:00Lovely-
I think it takes time to figure these sor...Lovely- <br />I think it takes time to figure these sorts of things out and the answer finds you not you- it....but only when you're ready- lived in , riledup, slowed down and open to receive it- if you're lucky enough once the clarity is there and you feel safe in where you are- the wandering eye will peak you're interest enough to shake it all up again - throw all pieces into the air, by the beach if you're lucky:), unsettle you, worry you, question all your fortunate years of being and take you back to the sun- the rising and setting sun:) uncertainty is the best "living" as far as I'm concerned :) xoJaime Rughhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11427667361317301059noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596066925662418641.post-14268961361069075992012-02-29T14:09:52.698-08:002012-02-29T14:09:52.698-08:00you look so pretty meggie!you look so pretty meggie!Caitlynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00285817527887185973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596066925662418641.post-26449136183645847812012-02-29T07:06:24.590-08:002012-02-29T07:06:24.590-08:00Megan! I've been doing the same. It's been...Megan! I've been doing the same. It's been great. Absolutely love the lines you've shown us here. As for me, I keep thinking of this A. A. Milne line a reader sent me: "Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day." Very comforting.Amelia Morrishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09374986152389436014noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596066925662418641.post-64585023745079540022012-02-28T16:56:36.289-08:002012-02-28T16:56:36.289-08:00P.S. I love the pictures in this post...especially...P.S. I love the pictures in this post...especially of you.Margo Peckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13051928506720394399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596066925662418641.post-69270943227670300452012-02-28T16:18:31.057-08:002012-02-28T16:18:31.057-08:00"There are no strangers here; Only friends yo..."There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met."<br /><br />You have served us all with this post, Megan.Margo Peckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13051928506720394399noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596066925662418641.post-17449834643679411602012-02-28T14:22:43.782-08:002012-02-28T14:22:43.782-08:00Such a wonderful post, makes me want to get away f...Such a wonderful post, makes me want to get away for some restorative time! Sounds heavenly.Sunday Taylorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13148090705938196599noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596066925662418641.post-58181444827058841232012-02-28T08:33:35.587-08:002012-02-28T08:33:35.587-08:00I love the peek you give us into your life and tho...I love the peek you give us into your life and thoughts.....I keep coming back for more :-)jorahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01693155339699548135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596066925662418641.post-16736982083990197752012-02-28T07:31:57.981-08:002012-02-28T07:31:57.981-08:00this is beautiful and just wanted I needed to read...this is beautiful and just wanted I needed to read this AM...Rachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18129002248964438095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596066925662418641.post-15745044116854599022012-02-28T07:13:47.009-08:002012-02-28T07:13:47.009-08:00sissy this is so inspiring! carving out the time f...sissy this is so inspiring! carving out the time for yourself, listening to your needs. love you sissy!Heather Taylorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15704011890607301524noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596066925662418641.post-55547049544217120922012-02-28T00:57:04.799-08:002012-02-28T00:57:04.799-08:00I know what you mean :)
Once upon a time, I lived ...I know what you mean :)<br />Once upon a time, I lived up at the Cloisters in NYC. Near by, there was that little red lighthouse which was the subject of a children's book. I used to go down there, by the river, either to run or to sit there for hours...<br />I'd often bring the book <i>Blue Sky, Green Sea</i> by Liu Sola - from which I'll quote an excerpt below, because I think you <i>might</i> enjoy it :) <br />Before I do, I wanted to write how beautiful it is that you are giving space to those questions. It can seem so hard sometimes, especially since, ultimately, the answers need to come from within, because we all have our own gifts. For what it's worth, I think you have a gift to write!<br />May your answers come to you - in a most beautiful way.<br />"The plane bores its way through the massed clouds. If you're lucky enough to be a human being, you can sit like this high up in the sky, and yet it's also human beings alone that can sit so high up in the sky without being able to touch the clouds. But birds aren't happy either: though they can fly, they're trapped in their own physical substance. This is the greatest misfortune of those whose true forms are clearly defined. All those whose true forms are clearly defined are free and confident in their own world - the basest swallow and the noblest phoenix have a better idea of their own value than a lump of chaos. The trouble is, they're trapped, and neither heaven nor earth can break down the physical substance in which they are trapped, or make it undergo myriad transformations. Chaos envies clarity; little does it know that after it has been dispersed by an air stream, it may merge with the upper atmosphere and fly even higher than the birds, or dissolve into the mire and descend to the depths where ghosts and spirits dwell. Chaos doesn't know what it actually is, and it never knows what it should or should not do, what's right or what's wrong; it always envies clarity but is always dispersed by the air stream."ane pixestoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01750266230259761680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6596066925662418641.post-63649803790052974542012-02-27T20:57:39.694-08:002012-02-27T20:57:39.694-08:00oh meggie tay tay, you're a dream. i'm so...oh meggie tay tay, you're a dream. i'm so happy you were able to have a solo getaway. it sounds like you took away a lot from your trip. sunsets are my favorite thing, and are always a beautiful reminder of how truly special life is and that anything is possible.<br /><br />i can't wait to see you! xoxoJoannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05250470114850112034noreply@blogger.com