tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123851797673892305.post4677419378764757444..comments2023-11-05T05:59:39.091-05:00Comments on B. Meandering: He's not hereBethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01783056492527420487noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123851797673892305.post-54861923850641827342011-02-16T18:46:21.634-05:002011-02-16T18:46:21.634-05:00i love the pictures of the cats and the eggs...rem...i love the pictures of the cats and the eggs...reminds me of the kitties i grew up with and the mischief they liked to cause. :)alittlebitogracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15877901425923760323noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123851797673892305.post-16085227479944230782011-02-13T13:57:32.103-05:002011-02-13T13:57:32.103-05:00What a heartfelt and clear picture you've pain...What a heartfelt and clear picture you've painted with words!!! Love the repeat and rhythm of "he's not here"rjerdeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12453912819445395042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123851797673892305.post-66527109963856653382011-02-13T04:20:47.016-05:002011-02-13T04:20:47.016-05:00"tonight I hang everything on the back of the..."tonight I hang everything on the back of the bedroom door<br />instead of the hallway closet<br />I won't have to worry about being quiet and not disturbing his sleep<br />in the morning<br />for <br />he's not here"<br /><br />Thank you for sharing a sample of Rod McKuen’s poem from Stanyan Street and other Sorrows. And now I offer the words preceding those you sent. Like you, I went to my bookcase and found my copy of the book. He definitely had an impact on my writing and oftentimes I walked the streets of San Francisco during some very dark hours. I took this and other books as I teased myself with the Golden Gate bridge.<br /><br /> <br />Stanyan Street and other Sorrows<br /><br />"You've filled completely<br />this first November day<br />with Sausalito and sign language<br /> canoe and coffee<br /> ice cream and your wide eyes<br />And now unable to sleep<br />because the day is finally going home<br />because your sleep has locked me out<br />I watch you and wonder at you.<br /><br />I know your face by touch when it’s dark<br />I know the profile of your sleeping face<br />the sound of you sleeping.<br /><br />Sometimes I think you were all sound<br />kicking free of covers<br />and adjusting shutters<br />moving about in the bathroom<br /> taking twenty minutes of our precious time.<br /><br />~Rod McKuen~<br /><br />I pray that God will watch over you during those moments of depression when all seems lost. Also for your mother-in-law and brother, that they will be safe under the protective hand of the Shepherd. As you said, bipolar and depression are not easily <br />understood illnesses. People don' t respond with the same compassion as they do with other illnesses.<br /><br />A decade ago, my sister, also bipolar, took her life. We never knew out parents (grew up<br />in Mills Home, a Baptist orphanage in North Carolina) and suddenly, my only link to the world, to humanity was severed.<br /><br />"tonight I hang everything on the back of the bedroom door<br />instead of the hallway closet<br />I won't have to worry about being quiet and not disturbing his sleep<br />in the morning<br />for <br />he's not here"<br /><br />I was an ocean away on the night I got the call about my sister and yet somehow, immediately, I felt as if I needed to get there—to catch the next flight<br />from San Francisco to Raleigh-Durham. It was true… I hung everything on the back of the bedroom door getting ready to leave, not worried about being quiet and not disturbing anyone’s sleep…I would go in the morning knowing she's not there…(thank you for putting it in words, though for a different occasion.)<br /><br />Tonight (technically this morning) I read that my poem drew you in and caused you to look inside for that young woman who loved poetry so much. That you are getting in touch with her more and gradually the artist is reemerging. If my poetry has that impact to even 1/1000th of a degree, then I know I am blessed.<br /><br />Thank you for writing and may God richly bless you, your husband, and the life you share. I will visit again and reap the benefits created by the emerging artist…Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123851797673892305.post-25096656872954031762011-02-11T23:59:59.218-05:002011-02-11T23:59:59.218-05:00Made me grin in bits and pieces. And it's bee...Made me grin in bits and pieces. And it's been about 20 years since we've had cats [too much travel to keep things less than crazy and my husband's moderate allergy]. I really miss them... but what I DON'T miss? Not trying to be sure I don't trip over one when going through the house or up and down stairs.caryjohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01488368153291827383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123851797673892305.post-53429206523168980542011-02-11T19:41:41.894-05:002011-02-11T19:41:41.894-05:00Glad he's coming back soon...love that photo o...Glad he's coming back soon...love that photo of him with his buddy.Lesliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01221703763145912238noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123851797673892305.post-90922147285225044982011-02-11T11:22:23.157-05:002011-02-11T11:22:23.157-05:00A moving post. Last year my husband was away in It...A moving post. Last year my husband was away in Italy at this time for two weeks, which often happens, so I cherish the moments when we are together.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123851797673892305.post-23433395838200451252011-02-11T07:45:44.451-05:002011-02-11T07:45:44.451-05:00Love this! Just wonderful!Love this! Just wonderful!Mrs. Ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09281364500907238463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123851797673892305.post-18211568455256155762011-02-11T00:41:54.358-05:002011-02-11T00:41:54.358-05:00aw friend, my hubby's not here tonight, either...aw friend, my hubby's not here tonight, either. he's at a teacher's convention, and i miss him. there is so much love in this post... beautiful.Mommy Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09989213786947802537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123851797673892305.post-72210454038435006582011-02-10T23:10:19.834-05:002011-02-10T23:10:19.834-05:00I feel his absence in your words and your anticipa...I feel his absence in your words and your anticipation of his return.S. Etolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01847206680320012887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123851797673892305.post-54986319204887974362011-02-10T23:08:13.427-05:002011-02-10T23:08:13.427-05:00Thank Goodness that your sweetie will only be gone...Thank Goodness that your sweetie will only be gone a couple of days this time.. I know you really miss him--and so does George!!!!!<br /><br />Hope school is going well this week.<br />Hugs,<br />BetsyBetsy Banks Adamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16223591156634767330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8123851797673892305.post-31729317303149472332011-02-10T22:46:24.629-05:002011-02-10T22:46:24.629-05:00i hear that older eggs peel easier :-)
fun post, b...i hear that older eggs peel easier :-)<br />fun post, bethAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com