tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810714864765099820.post1996868001872272878..comments2023-10-02T08:42:20.907-04:00Comments on A Knitting Nurse: UnawaresRudeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17889298704039071473noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810714864765099820.post-44935613505752196652009-03-19T08:59:00.000-04:002009-03-19T08:59:00.000-04:00Thank you for sharing this Rudee. and I love the p...Thank you for sharing this Rudee. and I love the poem. What might have been... is a very strong emotion. I'm sending you a hug and a prayerBetty Fhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14922590283372026005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810714864765099820.post-31613565219261350842009-03-17T21:48:00.000-04:002009-03-17T21:48:00.000-04:00...definitely some upbeat music, or talk radio/NPR......definitely some upbeat music, or talk radio/NPR. That can be engrossing. Oh, who am I kidding?:>) I can't even get the attic cleaned out! I found a bunch of orphaned game pieces--the original games ARE GONE. I can't even throw those out. I tossed them all in a Ball canning jar and stuck it above my kitchen sink. I hate throwing out my girls' childhoods.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15238905633085051322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810714864765099820.post-55606536937142348052009-03-17T18:22:00.000-04:002009-03-17T18:22:00.000-04:00The poem says it all. I think you're right to ...The poem says it all. I think you're right to take time to reflect and not go at it like a mad thing. Photos are the things that stop you in your tracks. I keep trying to clean the cupboards but come across photos, trinkets, paintings and bits and pieces of the past. I sit and reminisce when it's from somebody no longer with me.<BR/><BR/>Yes get the cheery music on tomorrow, maybe a bit of Dancing Queen & have a bit of a dance about too. Take care, thinking about you.Winifredhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12415302188575538163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810714864765099820.post-80712554998750574202009-03-17T17:59:00.000-04:002009-03-17T17:59:00.000-04:00So sorry. My heart goes out to you. There's no p...So sorry. My heart goes out to you. There's no pain like the pain over our children I think.Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00691293013547048119noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810714864765099820.post-87839244060065089122009-03-17T09:01:00.000-04:002009-03-17T09:01:00.000-04:00I don't know what to say. I always tell myself th...I don't know what to say. I always tell myself that feelings of deep compassion or sorrow or grief are better than the opposite feelings. So in some ways they are positive feelings. If you weren't such a caring person you couldn't hurt so deeply. I like the quotes you have been putting up, especially this one about the unawares.Brendahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04373560689980768576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810714864765099820.post-47458753325461386292009-03-17T08:36:00.000-04:002009-03-17T08:36:00.000-04:00I've never read that poem of Emily Dickenson. It i...I've never read that poem of Emily Dickenson. It is so <I>right.</I> <BR/>A time of internal inventory as the external takes place---for me the external facilitate the process of the internal. Then the healing begins.<BR/> Much love to you. You've had <I>quite</I> a year...debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17676300309029588465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810714864765099820.post-32277476708905106382009-03-17T07:33:00.000-04:002009-03-17T07:33:00.000-04:00For every thing there is a season...For every thing there is a season...Gailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04219479223227928561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810714864765099820.post-15222064470315185422009-03-17T05:12:00.000-04:002009-03-17T05:12:00.000-04:00Hugs from me.Hugs from me.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04272556558968084362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810714864765099820.post-73551224070430404202009-03-17T00:38:00.000-04:002009-03-17T00:38:00.000-04:00Thank you Lisa.Thank you Lisa.Rudeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17889298704039071473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810714864765099820.post-4672326242386684352009-03-17T00:37:00.000-04:002009-03-17T00:37:00.000-04:00You are very kind Sue, thank you. I need to stop l...You are very kind Sue, thank you. I need to stop listening to certain music while I pack. Packing was hard enough without a soundtrack to match my feelings. Tomorrow, I think I'll listen to hip-hop, a music style to which I can't/don't relate. I'll avoid all photos and give that job to one of the men.Rudeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17889298704039071473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810714864765099820.post-65705538806139898872009-03-17T00:35:00.000-04:002009-03-17T00:35:00.000-04:00Much love to you, from me.Much love to you, from me.Lisa Lhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11923361717912751016noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6810714864765099820.post-21895504969903927602009-03-16T23:24:00.000-04:002009-03-16T23:24:00.000-04:00There are no words adequate to respond to what you...There are no words adequate to respond to what you have shared. Except, I hear you. And, I am here and we are here.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com