tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055598777203654547.post7361734658299307281..comments2024-03-01T06:20:29.087+00:00Comments on qualia and other wildlife: islandrosellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00971482422276765335noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055598777203654547.post-20379426450565399092012-04-20T18:36:35.616+01:002012-04-20T18:36:35.616+01:00Beautiful, generous words, Andie. A big thank you,...Beautiful, generous words, Andie. A big thank you, dear friend. xrosellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00971482422276765335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055598777203654547.post-49977287577497965942012-04-18T19:24:10.130+01:002012-04-18T19:24:10.130+01:00Dear Roselle - when I was there with you on the ed...Dear Roselle - when I was there with you on the edge of the world I had been two years grieving for my father, and it was there, in the space that you held for us, that I was able to gather it, the grief, to let something go and allow something else come into me. Blessings on your time there (where I will be also, later in the year) - so good to know you do this and are present in the moment and the place, faithful one.Reading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055598777203654547.post-4972111783183142172012-04-18T14:22:30.590+01:002012-04-18T14:22:30.590+01:00You all - you four - do you have any idea what it ...You all - you four - do you have any idea what it means to me to read these kind words of yours here on this island at the edge of the world? - I've just had news of yet another family bereavement - Jerry (forgive if it should be 'Gerry'?) I lost my mum a few months ago, so your beautiful poem touched me more even than it might have done anyway - and am feeling so raw, even here in paradise. So your thoughts in response to my words have touched my heart; to all four of you – two I've met, two I haven't - big thanks. Sharon, I'm hearing very good things about Earthlines. Andie, I do think of you when I come up here, after your time with us on Iona. And now back out to watch the eagle, and remember the truth of transience, and 'balance of attention', as they say... And Roz, I hope you're beginning to pick up. Love to you all.rosellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00971482422276765335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055598777203654547.post-16697694458133496122012-04-17T13:02:08.776+01:002012-04-17T13:02:08.776+01:00I've read this post over twice and now have te...I've read this post over twice and now have tears in my eyes. Your words and photographs are balm to my soul - a tea-spoon of the sweetest honey to my blazing throat and creaking muscles. I'm stuck in bed, having finally succombed to a virus plaguing the family - but my lovely laptop (yes, I am grateful for this technology too!) is at least allowing me to peek into hyour world for a monewnt - to 'visit' you in a most blessed and beloved place - the beautiful Western isles. <br />I get so completely what feeds your own spirit there and wish you healing peace as you rest awhile in that place. Thank you for allowing me to shere it with you today xxRoz Cawleyhttp://rozcawley.typepad.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055598777203654547.post-1850176212254300952012-04-16T22:14:56.152+01:002012-04-16T22:14:56.152+01:00Ah, you are there!Ah, you are there!Reading the Signshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06338983880105866139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055598777203654547.post-42501363626900334652012-04-16T20:22:27.820+01:002012-04-16T20:22:27.820+01:00Nice morning. Yes, envy. We're in a small seas...Nice morning. Yes, envy. We're in a small seaside village as well, but the social cultural affinity is not here. Eco farm sounds right. Flashing dashboard lights (I do remember) and crowded highways are all wrong. My poem for the day...<br /><br /><br /><br />Lifelines<br /><br />A friend just had a baby<br />with a wife eighteen years younger.<br />They called the baby Becket, perhaps after<br />Sam Beckett or maybe after Beckham; soccer’s<br />more his play, he didn’t explain.<br /><br />Laying in bed before I wake up,<br />I dream-think a connection to my mother<br />laying in her bed, her back broken, waiting to die.<br />The filmy gossamer breaks, the spider line of<br />our baby’s cry calls me to the day.<br /><br />Old dreams hang like ragged lace curtains<br />in the window of a derelict house, I’m re-dreaming<br />an old city street, brownstones, diners, a movie theatre.<br />I pick up the baby; she smiles as we walk<br />past the painting with the blue line.<br /><br />The United States is the beloved child<br />of European history, I read. It is the full expression<br />of the Enlightenment project. It was erected as the new<br />Eden; a place where the apple-biting<br />of Europe could be wiped out.<br /><br />I turn the page; I need a coffee.<br />These dreams, they come and go.The Edge Columnshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06729303735171811656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055598777203654547.post-81477472111377801512012-04-16T19:09:06.352+01:002012-04-16T19:09:06.352+01:00Dear Roselle - you remind me what I have here, jus...Dear Roselle - you remind me what I have here, just north of you, and risk taking for granted. I hope you find as much joy as I do each day in this outrageously vivid landscape. This land's stories are hard and bright and not to be taken lightly ... and yet that shaking out of yourself into the beautiful, tough but laughing reality of it is the gift it shares - that taking you by the scruff of the neck and saying - look! LOOK! Is anything more real than this? Could anything matter more? xSharon Blackiehttp://reenchantingtheearth.comnoreply@blogger.com