Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
I've been reading more blogs (not quite like I used to, but more). So ...considering my personal life isn't exactly shareable and my blog entries haven't exactly sparkled, I thought I'd repost what some of my blog comments were today:
: The pic is a hoot. Great story. My relationship with police is "complicated". Have had friends on the force, have seen them be very helpful ...have also known them to be mean, carry a grudge and downright spiteful. Toss it into the lake. Ain't nuthing here to see, sir. Beer bottle bobbing.
I save plants. Root them. Plant them. My success rate isn't very high but some of the geraniums I saved from Autumn 2008 were still blooming when I left. I don't know whether Jaime will be able to get them through the Summer-in-Montana snow though... Plastic bags? Here I wrap and double wrap everything. Eventually they become garbage bags. I should learn how to make them into "purses". I have many colors... Like your dad's cheese. Except cheese does not last around me.
Okay, now I'm exhausted. I have multiple blogs too, but I really only post in one. FB is my home where I can "twitter" all I want. Plus it's great for sharing pictures. I even put up a video! En serio... although I have many non-writing friends it's the WDC folks that visit and comment most. I made daily entries in April and hope to make frequent entries when I visit Norway. And link to FB. Still, few read my entries and fewer comment. It takes lots of time and effort to keep it all up. Like ... I should enter contests if only to inspire me to write in new directions. But then ... I go off traveling for 4 days here in Costa Rica and writing isn't the main focus. If I look back over a period of time (week, month, year) I can truly say I'm accomplishing something. Case in point: my handwritten "journal" started December 9th, 2003 is on page 3,035.
I talk like a parrot but I keep places inside me hidden. I don't work. How I ever worked is a mystery to me! So, like you, there are good things: I travel, take photos, write, engage with myriad people (just not intimately); I'm even entertaining at times! My therapist was suggesting CBT but I moved out-of-state. I cope within the framework of my existence (which is not dependent on outside opinion). Death is my friend and has suggested we go for a trip a few times. But I don't think he's going away so I'm willing to be patient to join him.
: I have a friend here in Costa Rica who has an identical twin. But one has allergies, the other doesn't. One is straight, the other gay. Look the same, same parents, same upbringing, dressed the same as children... yet different personalities and current life situations. Their birthday was yesterday. Each one has his own burdens, his own gifts, his own joys. So... may that positive energy fill you to overflowing (I could use some...). PS: ...oddly I had posted that poem I wrote for you three years ago on facebook today. You were on my mind it seems. The connection with Jackson? That may be his gift. 29,569 |