tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356238098880523445.post6451429562192581987..comments2023-05-17T09:11:39.306-05:00Comments on This Heavenly Life -- Messy, Loud, Always Worthwhile: Waves {A Bigger Picture Moment}This Heavenly Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14586469381231517883noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356238098880523445.post-88812227208447957692012-09-23T11:10:15.529-05:002012-09-23T11:10:15.529-05:00Ultimately...they're always for you, whether o...Ultimately...they're always for you, whether or not you decide to share. Having said that, I should also say: share so long as sharing brings you joy, comfort, peace, or gratitude. When you give, in love, you receive, in love. There's no need to push things when there's nothing to be met but vague expectations.Jade @ Tasting Gracehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05479793004830907011noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356238098880523445.post-86175310323126060552012-09-21T07:43:54.730-05:002012-09-21T07:43:54.730-05:00.... How did you get in my head all curled up and ....... How did you get in my head all curled up and such?Hyacynthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08838590548747956315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356238098880523445.post-17234924938431085772012-09-21T00:14:31.301-05:002012-09-21T00:14:31.301-05:00Sarah, every week you write sheer poetry that coul...Sarah, every week you write sheer poetry that could only come from the heart of someone who is completely living her life. The nuances that you are able to flesh out and make so vividly real, those are not the words of someone disengaged in the moments that make up the day. Who are you to write? You are an amazing mother who is documenting her fears, her hopes and her love for three children who are so very lucky to have this journal--this ongoing love letter from their mother. Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03485338098212307793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356238098880523445.post-88945465695674399712012-09-20T21:12:26.426-05:002012-09-20T21:12:26.426-05:00It's probably not a matter of me giving it up ...It's probably not a matter of me giving it up so much as it is of me managing my desires better. Or something :)This Heavenly Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14586469381231517883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356238098880523445.post-4349424919284153062012-09-20T21:11:35.888-05:002012-09-20T21:11:35.888-05:00What is it about an online presence that makes us ...What is it about an online presence that makes us feel this way?! Thanks for your encouragement, friend. This Heavenly Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14586469381231517883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356238098880523445.post-79784519250757676432012-09-20T21:06:08.442-05:002012-09-20T21:06:08.442-05:00Awe, thank you Amber. Your words are a balm.Awe, thank you Amber. Your words are a balm.This Heavenly Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14586469381231517883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356238098880523445.post-50005377953285434842012-09-20T20:57:23.816-05:002012-09-20T20:57:23.816-05:00You and I seem to be on the same wavelength quite ...You and I seem to be on the same wavelength quite often, Lisa :) Thanks for understanding. <br /><br />I have to write, too, though -- it's just in me, and it will need to get out soon, I think.This Heavenly Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14586469381231517883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356238098880523445.post-4606342520142119302012-09-20T20:53:35.150-05:002012-09-20T20:53:35.150-05:00I think I often write for the same reasons: to wal...I think I often write for the same reasons: to walk myself through what's happening, and how I feel about it. I write to record and to remember, I guess. And because I'm compelled to write, to see if I *can* write ;)<br /><br />I'm glad you're here, Adrienne, and I'm glad you're part of this wonderful community :)This Heavenly Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14586469381231517883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356238098880523445.post-89753167134231863222012-09-20T20:49:30.569-05:002012-09-20T20:49:30.569-05:00That's me -- irritably real :) Thanks for und...That's me -- irritably real :) Thanks for understanding.This Heavenly Lifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14586469381231517883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356238098880523445.post-48997309744541310332012-09-20T16:12:49.490-05:002012-09-20T16:12:49.490-05:00I can totally relate...Each day I'm torn from ...I can totally relate...Each day I'm torn from being totally uplugged to being constantly plugged in. As much as I complain about the extra work from blogging, and being "involved" in things I don't know if I could give it up ... I'd miss you ;-)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08290727954814237313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356238098880523445.post-18669217697670502282012-09-20T16:04:37.542-05:002012-09-20T16:04:37.542-05:00Don't take this down. I love it.
"The sh...Don't take this down. I love it. <br />"The sharing of my story is beginning to feel like an inhibitor to the living of my story."<br />I know that feeling so well. Often when I don't blog often it's because I'm feeling that way. But there's this strong pull to writing and sharing our spaces. Being heard. But then there's the whole thing of people who don't get it reading... and that just upsets me. I don't know. <br />I hear you, though.Corinne Cunninghamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07604810312185816792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356238098880523445.post-75852917803185666372012-09-20T14:02:34.389-05:002012-09-20T14:02:34.389-05:00I do relate. Completely. Sometimes creating - be...I do relate. Completely. Sometimes creating - be it in writing (on blogs) or sewing or whatever - is exhausting. And all this includes parenting. How often does the mundane take over and we find ourselves void of feeling? Or how often does that inner critic come up and tell us to not create? To leave good enough alone? I think you are gifted with turning it into something beautiful. *hugs* to you. People are listening. :)amber_mtmchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17871256362646081536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356238098880523445.post-87155101154645265002012-09-20T13:31:58.691-05:002012-09-20T13:31:58.691-05:00Huh... every week I feel like at least one person ...Huh... every week I feel like at least one person has been reading my mind. This weeks it's you. I have thought so many times about disabling my facebook account, shutting down my blog, and disappearing from the virtual world. For some reason, that feels like a suicide as if I would cease to exist in real life if I no longer existed in the fake one. What's that about? I never did find an answer. I almost quit blogging last winter after I convinced myself that no one cares to hear what I have to say. I took a two month hiatus but returned this spring because I simply HAVE to write. As far as the rest of it, I'm not on twitter and I disabled the facebook app on my phone so my activity in social media is now minimal (because although I truly believe that my blog has meaning, facebook status updates are another story). Anyway, I hope your virtual future doesn't include an end to blogging. I agree with Adrienne. You would be missed.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12843192167590907349noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356238098880523445.post-43493026569417205452012-09-20T11:59:58.749-05:002012-09-20T11:59:58.749-05:00I almost started my post today with the same sente...I almost started my post today with the same sentence. How can anything even remotely interesting or inspiring come from the "blah" that has been me the last few days. But I enjoy the connection to this group of writers. Truth be told, it's a highlight of my week. So I tried to give a little something ... to stay connected. And to process ~ putting my heart/head/thoughts into writing helps walk me through what's going on. So, whine and grump away. Not all simple moments are positive ones. And the bigger picture isn't only composed of inspiration... What writing did for me this morning was remind me that sometimes the bigger picture is about community and comfort. {also, and for what it's worth...you'd be missed. my guess is that your voice is stronger than you know}Adriennehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12067468928499906171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2356238098880523445.post-8862280193465605002012-09-20T11:38:33.241-05:002012-09-20T11:38:33.241-05:00You heard my Heart's Cry! Thanks for being re...You heard my Heart's Cry! Thanks for being real.Heather Ann Gillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05026296276326778032noreply@blogger.com