tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340427356258282586.post5413720239417257972..comments2023-03-26T19:38:34.737-04:00Comments on Writing Wench: Reasons for ThingsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340427356258282586.post-38619334251462432832011-01-22T01:36:46.022-05:002011-01-22T01:36:46.022-05:00Tabitha and Susan and Jamie and Jill,
I took all ...Tabitha and Susan and Jamie and Jill,<br /><br />I took all your wonderful thoughts and deep insights with me into my future and found them helpful in my encounter with a dying bee. Because of you, I thought of the bee as an encounter with the divine, and it has put me back in touch with that in me. Thank you!Mary Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06868777080232113264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340427356258282586.post-79761234267589861742010-04-19T22:40:42.611-04:002010-04-19T22:40:42.611-04:00Crossing the bridge now, I look for them. They are...Crossing the bridge now, I look for them. They are always there, industriously building nests and searching for fish.<br />Looking for symbolic meaning, I learned that an osprey may represent a beacon, helping me find my way. It can also indicate that I need to leave a familiar element, or to dive into my unconscious for answers.<br />I felt that the osprey saw me for what I was, without sentimentality, but also without being cynical. I would like to see myself as clearly as that.Mary Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06868777080232113264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340427356258282586.post-83459450984432353632010-04-15T08:39:19.502-04:002010-04-15T08:39:19.502-04:00My heart is filled with admiration for your braver...My heart is filled with admiration for your bravery and sadness for the outcome, but don't be surprised if you begin to encounter other members of the species frequently now that you have officially become one of their own. You may even see one tip his wing to you.tabithahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16975654322621951697noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340427356258282586.post-89529759192977190952010-04-14T16:54:04.330-04:002010-04-14T16:54:04.330-04:00Thanks for your considerate responses! I've be...Thanks for your considerate responses! I've been thinking over why this happens. <br />I can't imagine whether a trip in my car is less traumatic for the osprey, but I know that it's better for my heart to help. <br />I also think that it may prepare me in some way for the other losses in life I have no control over. <br />It both tenderizes and tempers my heart. Odd, how love can be at once hard and fierce, and soft and gentle.Mary Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06868777080232113264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340427356258282586.post-82635330510531991362010-04-11T20:05:08.029-04:002010-04-11T20:05:08.029-04:00the reason for things.......this very thing--that ...the reason for things.......this very thing--that we as a species will continue to break our own hearts over and over. This is why I believe we are worth saving.Jill Yamnitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03683111471481145592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340427356258282586.post-45924835271299668302010-04-10T00:04:53.226-04:002010-04-10T00:04:53.226-04:00I was thinking about the other birds that circled ...I was thinking about the other birds that circled you, the wounded animal's friends, worried about the fallen one, but unsure what they could do without jeopardizing their own delicate wings. <br />When you go down that road again, tell me if they are flying overhead.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14286245944657301413noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6340427356258282586.post-33845211017161501192010-04-09T21:11:20.974-04:002010-04-09T21:11:20.974-04:00Thank you for helping him. Some days, it's all...Thank you for helping him. Some days, it's all anyone can ask for. Just help me.<br /><br />The other day, though, I was whizzing down Howell Branch and saw Ms. Turtle hunkered down in the middle of the road thinking her shell was going to protect her from the hundreds of steel-shelled ones speeding by her.<br /><br />I stopped as soon as I could, wheeled around a u-turn, and zoomed back to her. But by the time I could get back, another car had stopped, and the couple had her out of the road and up into a safe, deep yard headed back towards the woods.<br /><br />It's good when it's not just me. Not just you. <br /><br />Love,<br />jme/ancoses (vericoses?)Jamiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12463999427993104995noreply@blogger.com