tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981681052445415624.post8926528520358514691..comments2024-01-11T03:34:11.166-08:00Comments on Rue and Hyssop: SkyfallRuehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09521209734809361226noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981681052445415624.post-38240141079429550592015-11-19T07:48:29.783-08:002015-11-19T07:48:29.783-08:00Mmm... How do I find my way when the sky is fallin...Mmm... How do I find my way when the sky is falling... It's situational, I suppose. Often I find myself abiding by the adage about how you can lead a horse to water but you can't make him drink. I have to remind and remind and remind myself that I am only in charge of *my* decisions, *my* consequences. Sometimes all we can do is offer our love from afar and hope that the horses finally realise that water is good for thirst. Other times I have to do something more concrete. When my Grandfather was dying I put in 3 new (large) garden beds in 2 days. Digging sod, cutting edges, transplanting, watering, mulching. Exhausting work, but still not enough so I dyed my hair for the first time since my 20s- screaming hot red (but the underlayer, y'know, so I wouldn't get too much heat from work). Recently, I've been struggling with letting the emotion- specifically the tears- out. I keep holding it in because I don't want others to be uncomfortable, or to have to explain myself. Pretty sure that's where this week's sinus issues originated. Letting it out is so important for me, so clearly it's time for a little internal excavation to see what the holdup (haha) is. <br /><br />Anyway. I hope you don't mind that my reply got so long. I hope whatever skyfall you are experiencing now... strengthens you. Passes soon. Doesn't end badly. Thank you for sharing you. For writing things that make me think more deeply. <br /><br />Take care.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981681052445415624.post-35392635174865730372015-11-17T21:06:02.729-08:002015-11-17T21:06:02.729-08:00Such gorgeously beautiful, soulful writing. Thank ...Such gorgeously beautiful, soulful writing. Thank you for the blessing it gives all of us who read it. Thank you for sharing the beauty and love that can grow up from the dark.sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17963777852666440808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981681052445415624.post-29317295910103140282015-11-17T19:07:49.935-08:002015-11-17T19:07:49.935-08:00You're such a beautiful soul and your words ne...You're such a beautiful soul and your words never fail to move me. I consider you a friend. I'm holding you close in my thoughts during your dark days--hang in there and know you are loved.Jenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12512800812290518552noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981681052445415624.post-4264815853673444142015-11-17T13:47:58.015-08:002015-11-17T13:47:58.015-08:00Jen, if you ever get a chance read The Smell of Ra...Jen, if you ever get a chance read The Smell of Rain on Dust by Martin Prechtel. It is a wonderful work on grieving. <br />Much love little Sister. HappyCronehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15905030992441563469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981681052445415624.post-80842103800058109382015-11-17T09:51:43.715-08:002015-11-17T09:51:43.715-08:00Sharing this dark time with you. I am not sure why...Sharing this dark time with you. I am not sure why but its heavy. Much love from the middle of the Prairies. MrsDuncanMahoganyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14530532280823055509noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981681052445415624.post-77350871719704115702015-11-17T08:56:07.267-08:002015-11-17T08:56:07.267-08:00I go inward, seeking answers, or at least some com...I go inward, seeking answers, or at least some comfort, in meditation and in speaking to All That Is. <br />I write, I read, I cry. Sending you love to sweeten your journey a wee tad.Debra Nehringhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08094895061117445789noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981681052445415624.post-46057294130923912952015-11-17T08:54:23.758-08:002015-11-17T08:54:23.758-08:00My dear girl, you are so unbelievably beautiful. I...My dear girl, you are so unbelievably beautiful. In my life, I break. That's all. And that break is a permanent thing. It never un-breaks. Sometimes it heals up stronger and tougher than before, sometimes it's delicate and fragile ever after. All I know to do is push on through with everything else, and try to be down with being a bit broken, a bit (or a bunch!) of a mess for however long that goes on. To not try and protect that break too much. To let it heal, but soon enough to start putting weight on it again. It's just who and how we are, I think. Nothing, really to be done. <3Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02784122367065820592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981681052445415624.post-25968952663394965452015-11-17T08:43:52.008-08:002015-11-17T08:43:52.008-08:00I am profoundly moved by your words. They seem so ...I am profoundly moved by your words. They seem so close and familiar. That is because you and I have shared hope, understanding and mutual respect. I honor your spirit and hope your hope grows expedentially. You are loved dear one. xoxo Oma LindaOmaLindasOldeBaggsandStuftShirtshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09589622524456973822noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1981681052445415624.post-33320041608457966682015-11-17T05:45:40.964-08:002015-11-17T05:45:40.964-08:00i've been having my own dark nights. I've ...<br />i've been having my own dark nights. I've found solace through reading, writing, finding pretty things on Pinterest, and honest conversations. During my down days, I let a precious few in my life: only the empathetic (sympathizers need not apply.) Thank you for your honest sharing. Jen Lawrencehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05350176925586602027noreply@blogger.com