tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post2826358125601370622..comments2024-03-20T14:31:49.238-07:00Comments on mole: While the Sun Checks her Make-UpDalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14523194846272870013noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post-44726594078295053062014-02-26T12:42:37.523-08:002014-02-26T12:42:37.523-08:00Thank you dear friends. Hugs, Beth--Thank you dear friends. Hugs, Beth--Dalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14523194846272870013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post-12227979320013508272014-02-26T07:35:42.390-08:002014-02-26T07:35:42.390-08:00how much more serviceable it is to maintain an int...<em>how much more serviceable it is to maintain an intention of love, than to try to understand everything.</em><br /><br />thank you for this today, dear Dale.rbarenblathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10882606147795083729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post-48905397164160042582014-02-26T07:02:48.869-08:002014-02-26T07:02:48.869-08:00I'm sitting here with tears rolling down my ch...I'm sitting here with tears rolling down my cheeks. This is exactly what I needed to read today, dear Dale. <br /><br />This: "A pause, while the sun gathers her courage to climb up over the hill. She's packed her lunch and taken her meds, and she has her to-do list sketched out, but there always that little pause before throwing herself into the day." I've been trying to write about this for, literally, years. What I've got several (terrible) paragraphs about, you've distilled into two excruciatingly poignant sentences.<br /><br />Your hand extends even through the ether. Thank you.Bethhttp://www.pinemeadowpond.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post-42704953378914920372014-02-26T06:58:20.316-08:002014-02-26T06:58:20.316-08:00Like Zatoichi.
Like Zatoichi. <br /><br />Zhoenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03515663141425057088noreply@blogger.com