tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post7214505939597780133..comments2023-12-28T09:32:32.680-06:00Comments on Good Day, Regular People: When Your Heart Tells You To StopAlexandrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-84939737576858371412013-04-22T22:15:13.886-05:002013-04-22T22:15:13.886-05:00This is beautiful! Why can't we all get along...This is beautiful! Why can't we all get along?GrandeMochahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00077880448444586240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-51664140913895879922013-04-22T17:36:24.483-05:002013-04-22T17:36:24.483-05:00This really grabbed a hold of me..."Sometimes...This really grabbed a hold of me..."Sometimes you have to stop moving and take the time to honor and bless, acknowledge and bow your head. Take yourself away from everything, and find that corner, that space, wherever it is, and let the silent tears slip and release the tug in your throat." Yes, yes, yes to this. To you and your heart. To your beautiful way of finding words for feelings. Love you.Heidihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01897963154223770756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-78431321603040356872013-04-19T18:28:31.649-05:002013-04-19T18:28:31.649-05:00Breathing in, breathing out. Hard to function but...Breathing in, breathing out. Hard to function but not being useful is worse. K A B L O O E Yhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12995547356428809262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-55447261591009820872013-04-18T20:32:00.900-05:002013-04-18T20:32:00.900-05:00The helplessness is the hardest part. xo.The helplessness is the hardest part. xo.anymommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11317877435130121894noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-84168269298024381072013-04-17T13:14:23.724-05:002013-04-17T13:14:23.724-05:00nicely saidnicely saidAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13887924778387778085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-42974417586868512352013-04-17T10:40:42.452-05:002013-04-17T10:40:42.452-05:00"I paused and meditated with a heart pulsing ..."I paused and meditated with a heart pulsing with shared sorrow, because there is something inside that won't let me go on as if there wasn't a rip in so many lives yesterday."<br /><br />I could not have said it better. francenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-24551472823080448472013-04-17T10:21:13.966-05:002013-04-17T10:21:13.966-05:00I think you need to be extra kind to yourself and ...I think you need to be extra kind to yourself and remember that your heart is already raw right now. When in the midst of personal grief, grief for others can be down right debilitating. <br /><br />PS- i wrote a little something for you today. you've been in my thoughts. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17255628836689794311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-3225110526569932252013-04-17T07:21:26.211-05:002013-04-17T07:21:26.211-05:00Nicely said.
And true - when you get into a fog o...Nicely said.<br /><br />And true - when you get into a fog of sorts, you gotta respect the fog. Listen to what it's telling you. Maybe dwell in it for a little while, until the right idea for action comes to you.When I Blinkhttp://imissyouwheniblink.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-16251742992740465702013-04-16T21:40:11.323-05:002013-04-16T21:40:11.323-05:00Oh, Jennie, THE pain of this. THE PAIN.Oh, Jennie, THE pain of this. THE PAIN.Alexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-8394885244261128652013-04-16T21:39:45.718-05:002013-04-16T21:39:45.718-05:00We've always been such kindred spirits... xoWe've always been such kindred spirits... xoAlexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-63637988777850441812013-04-16T21:39:25.468-05:002013-04-16T21:39:25.468-05:00Impossible is the perfect word.Impossible is the perfect word.Alexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-71705485582874443272013-04-16T21:39:04.670-05:002013-04-16T21:39:04.670-05:00Yes, lovely Maggie. Yes, lovely Maggie. Alexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-24462981858955539442013-04-16T21:38:48.166-05:002013-04-16T21:38:48.166-05:00Ceci, if you were here, I"d listen to your st...Ceci, if you were here, I"d listen to your stories, of how you grew up in Boston.Alexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-17131480929726574282013-04-16T21:31:43.038-05:002013-04-16T21:31:43.038-05:00Yes, Alison, you are so smart. Yes, Alison, you are so smart. Alexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-71363287884875117042013-04-16T21:31:23.642-05:002013-04-16T21:31:23.642-05:00Yes. We can't keep pushing as if it's an o...Yes. We can't keep pushing as if it's an ordinary day. The world feels it, it's not right, it's not balanced. WE have to stop and just acknowledge the feel of that loss, for so many.Alexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-16463213165953666572013-04-16T21:30:35.636-05:002013-04-16T21:30:35.636-05:00I can't either. I don't want to believe it...I can't either. I don't want to believe it. SUCH HATE.Alexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-72199146561361519992013-04-16T21:30:16.465-05:002013-04-16T21:30:16.465-05:00Again, you bless me with your words. Always, dear ...Again, you bless me with your words. Always, dear friend. Alexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-33953245538110505732013-04-16T21:29:54.905-05:002013-04-16T21:29:54.905-05:00LOVE is the most powerful weapon we have against h...LOVE is the most powerful weapon we have against hate and pain. And loss.Alexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-80156836571747674242013-04-16T21:29:26.759-05:002013-04-16T21:29:26.759-05:00Oh,yes. LOTS of xoxoxoxo.Oh,yes. LOTS of xoxoxoxo.Alexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-89196478400286887782013-04-16T21:29:10.269-05:002013-04-16T21:29:10.269-05:00I don't know what to do. I just want to do som...I don't know what to do. I just want to do something, but I'm in such a fog of denial. Alexandrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00609629888008025050noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-66537308583965975642013-04-16T21:27:04.193-05:002013-04-16T21:27:04.193-05:00Stillness is so important at times like this. You ...Stillness is so important at times like this. You need time to consider and digest. Lovelynhttp://nebulousmooch.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-32276265703613681022013-04-16T21:22:17.196-05:002013-04-16T21:22:17.196-05:00I gave myself permission to stop and be silent for...I gave myself permission to stop and be silent for a little while, for all those who were affected by the tragedy. Love you.Alisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13174981423633745590noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-84384332970991179532013-04-16T21:07:12.858-05:002013-04-16T21:07:12.858-05:00I wish I had read this at the beginning of my day,...I wish I had read this at the beginning of my day, instead of at the end, but my email always delivers your post updates almost a full day late. As you know I wrote about today too, but this is the post I should have written. I tried to be strong for my post today. I wasn't.<br /><br />I am all of this today too. I can't function. I had client obligations in the morning and it was 20 minutes before I started my Skype session that I saw the picture of the little boy who died, and I started crying all over again. I knew I had to pull myself together quickly.<br /><br />But the rest of my day was like dragging myself through mud. My husband asked if I was planning on cooking tonight - he had activity duty with my son - because if so we would need to go grocery shopping. I said I need to stay in and write my blog post. He said OK, and we went out to eat instead. I couldn't cook this evening.<br /><br />So thank you for writing this. I wish I had had the courage to.<br /><br /> Ceciliahttp://onlyoublog.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-91625085257374892952013-04-16T20:31:08.041-05:002013-04-16T20:31:08.041-05:00My throat was tight all day today. Just holding on...My throat was tight all day today. Just holding on to the good in humanity....don't want to give energy to the bad. My thoughts are with the families...and all of Boston...and the rest of us. Kimberlyhttp://www.rubberchickenmadness.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1991265338210422893.post-30905292038724401052013-04-16T18:28:11.538-05:002013-04-16T18:28:11.538-05:00I agree.I agree.Maggie Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14699674732274478502noreply@blogger.com