tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post2177978147424692223..comments2023-07-03T09:22:01.637+01:00Comments on tasting rhubarb: NamelessJeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08690685768980280402noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-48081574538863563002008-11-14T23:57:00.000+00:002008-11-14T23:57:00.000+00:00Not nearly as strange as life itself. It sounds to...Not nearly as strange as life itself. It sounds to me that there might be some freedom here for you to enjoy, and it may help to quicken your journey out of the shadows. As you said in a previous blog - there is no control, so "head up" as you sail into the unknown.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-80735173778379352342008-11-14T17:18:00.000+00:002008-11-14T17:18:00.000+00:00Dale is right, it will pass, but naming the namele...Dale is right, it will pass, but naming the nameless helps it on its wayRosiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12211663940952195703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-11323852182120134192008-11-14T07:29:00.000+00:002008-11-14T07:29:00.000+00:00Hugs, dear. This passes too.Hugs, dear. This passes too.Dalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14523194846272870013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-76121657547489225992008-11-14T00:45:00.000+00:002008-11-14T00:45:00.000+00:00{{{Jean}}}{{{Jean}}}Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-55586250658733305092008-11-13T19:35:00.000+00:002008-11-13T19:35:00.000+00:00You do not have to be good. You do not have to wal...You do not have to be good. <BR/>You do not have to walk on your knees <BR/>for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. <BR/>You only have to let the soft animal of your body <BR/>love what it loves. <BR/>Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. <BR/>Meanwhile the world goes on. <BR/>Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain <BR/>are moving across the landscapes, <BR/>over the prairies and the deep trees, <BR/>the mountains and the rivers. <BR/>Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, <BR/>are heading home again. <BR/>Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, <BR/>the world offers itself to your imagination, <BR/>calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting--<BR/>over and over announcing your place <BR/>in the family of things.<BR/><BR/>~ Mary Oliver: Wild GeeseAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3406446365589143789.post-80338946484095446342008-11-13T19:33:00.000+00:002008-11-13T19:33:00.000+00:00Yes.Yes.Zhoenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03515663141425057088noreply@blogger.com