tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344253652812054433.post356813929289301474..comments2023-07-02T09:18:39.616-05:00Comments on brickgrrl: Another autumn passageBrickgrrlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15028751314316621043noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344253652812054433.post-83806180543913446212007-11-26T13:31:00.000-05:002007-11-26T13:31:00.000-05:00Gwen and Tavy- I send my warmest regards and retur...Gwen and Tavy- I send my warmest regards and return the hugs. You are both very dear. You are also both writers who, if I didn't know how warm and fabulous you both are, I would be quaking in my boots thinking that you're reading my humble pages.<BR/><BR/>As for melancholy, sometimes it's good to be there. And I like music to go with that mode, thank you very much. If it's possible to wear out mp3s, I have worn a digital groove in the Satie Gymnopédies.<BR/><BR/>To happier days, or at least good friends and excellent wine in the meantime...Brickgrrlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15028751314316621043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344253652812054433.post-86520808229375708402007-11-26T13:15:00.000-05:002007-11-26T13:15:00.000-05:00I think you are a poet at heart. The words you cho...I think you are a poet at heart. The words you choose and the sentiments they carry are beautiful, haunting, and always moving.<BR/><BR/>I am so sorry for your ongoing pain, but I am glad that you are able to feel the warmth of peace and hope in the blanket of your grief.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-344253652812054433.post-86067882722394255712007-11-22T14:36:00.000-05:002007-11-22T14:36:00.000-05:00You, my dear, need a telepathic hug and some Jane ...You, my dear, need a telepathic hug and some Jane Hirshfield. <BR/><BR/><BR/>Three Times My Life Has Opened<BR/><BR/> Three times my life has opened.<BR/> Once, into darkness and rain.<BR/> Once, into what the body carries at all times within it and starts<BR/> to remember each time it enters into the act of love.<BR/> Once, to the fire that holds all.<BR/> These three were not different.<BR/> You will recognize what I am saying or you will not.<BR/> But outside my window all day a maple has stepped from her<BR/> leaves like a woman in love with winter, dropping the colored silks.<BR/> Neither are we different in what we know.<BR/> There is a door. It opens. Then it is closed. But a slip of light stays,<BR/> like a scrap of unreadable paper left on the floor, or the one<BR/> red leaf the snow releases in March.gwenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13061440940088891616noreply@blogger.com