tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30667667.post460795784642324338..comments2023-08-08T21:04:47.448+10:00Comments on something this foggy day: On regretAlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01860216271350147224noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30667667.post-44079732081325460092017-02-01T21:18:52.531+11:002017-02-01T21:18:52.531+11:00Oh Rebecca, it sounds like you need to take that w...Oh Rebecca, it sounds like you need to take that week by the lake and let it rain!<br /><br />There is another section I've underlined, which I don't think actually applies to you (in the sense of numbness and hardness), but I'll quote it anyway, for the poetry:<br /><br />"There is no fear in letting tears come. Sadness is a gift to avoid the nothingness of numbness, and all hard places need water. Grief is a gift, and after a rain of tears, there is always more of you than before. Rain always brings growth."Alihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01860216271350147224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30667667.post-60608638164929509562017-01-31T22:41:47.873+11:002017-01-31T22:41:47.873+11:00Oh, my yes!
I *want* to read Ann Voskamp, but I c...Oh, my yes!<br /><br />I *want* to read Ann Voskamp, but I can't. Her perspectives leave me in a puddle of tears. I feel as though she gives words to the tide of emotions that the dyke of resolve holding back, and I am that little Dutch boy, determined to keep the water out. Someday, when I don't have to keep it together, I might take a week and read one of her books in solitude at the lake where my tears can run down to the water's edge.Rebeccahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00585349948438593530noreply@blogger.com