Pity Party Alert
I'm A Stranger Here
Ain't it hard to stumble
When you've got no place to fall
In this whole wide world
Yes I got no place at all
I'm a stranger here
I'm a stranger everywhere
I would go home, but Lord!
I am a stranger there
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
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puddle
your site takes a while to load too but it is worth every second (lol)
I know what you mean about the refresh rate on the blog leaving us dialuppers always a half step behind when the comments get flying
the nights are starting to get long and it is that grey transition to winter and you may just have to wait til another spring to see flowers again
I have no way of conveying how Edwin came with those suspenders other than to say he pried a poem out of my recesses that I composed by speaking the words outloud, were meant to be sounds not words
yesterday was the anniversary of the happiest day of my life which made it an anniversary of the saddest
the human condition soars and falls,but glimpes of the larger reality keep it interesting enough for another day and coming here is part of a larger whole for me
I am sending as much love as a blog space can handle.
Phil
puddle,
Hang in there. Some days will be good enough to get you through the others. ♥
I agree with JC. It's a rollercoaster, but the ride isn't fun. Necessary, but not fun.
One good thing about this kind of grief--unlike the (complicated) grief one may experience over a divorce--is that this is pure grief. You had what you wanted and he had what he wanted. And it was very good.
Mary
Troo, all of you. And thank you. ♥s
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