tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post5924017046455425526..comments2024-01-21T20:42:29.223-06:00Comments on The Extraordinary Ordinary: what we carryHeather of the EOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14607422301391841377noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-4404729023745192442010-12-16T09:49:42.787-06:002010-12-16T09:49:42.787-06:00Beautifully expressed, as always. I loved the tho...Beautifully expressed, as always. I loved the thought of people always being in ones heart, because I know they are always in mine. <br /><br />"I believe in freedom and healing, but I don't think that always comes with a forgetting." <br /><br />This line caught me. I don't think we are supposed to forget in the "I've lost my memory of everything" way. I think we have to remember what has happened so that we can rise above it and never go back. I think we are just supposed to learn to not let what happened be the only thing we think about all the time--whether it's in terms of the anger we feel, or the sadness, or the self-loathing, or the pain. I think we are supposed to learn about the feelings, feel them, and then move on. I don't think you ever forget the life-changing experiences. <br /><br />Hope that made sense.<br /><br />I think you're fabulous!Dedeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15427448872354082792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-63311336473693963042010-12-13T17:01:56.383-06:002010-12-13T17:01:56.383-06:00No! No twins, friends.
I meant that a friend of m...No! No twins, friends.<br /><br />I meant that a friend of mine and I are both expecting babies. We were both part of the three I was referring to in this post. <br /><br />But it was terribly confusing. whoops.Heather of the EOnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-18175150123810926572010-12-13T16:22:55.352-06:002010-12-13T16:22:55.352-06:00I love the whole imagery of motherhood and marriag...I love the whole imagery of motherhood and marriage and faith struggling for your heart space. <br /><br />However, are you saying you are having twins? Because I just may have to go sit down now.<br /><br />Talk about a crowded heart! I think mine just got a bit more crowded, too.Mammatalkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02817604771276398853noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-61184332447963592282010-12-13T09:46:34.869-06:002010-12-13T09:46:34.869-06:00So very thoughtful and full of love. I also feel t...So very thoughtful and full of love. I also feel the years when I meet with long-loved friends. Especially the ones that I see so rarely that it's a treat when we do finally get together.Allison @ Alli 'n Sonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17046247622825649638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-17227880512743964262010-12-12T21:48:59.501-06:002010-12-12T21:48:59.501-06:00This is so thoughtful. I certainly understand the...This is so thoughtful. I certainly understand the feeling of being old, even though you're (I'm) not. Sigh.Erinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16913479841360204974noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-7898821454486089272010-12-12T09:40:50.145-06:002010-12-12T09:40:50.145-06:00Reading this post made me feel wrapped up in somet...Reading this post made me feel wrapped up in something warm. I am a nostalgic person as well, and the way you describe your children having to push around to make room in your head...wow. Yes. I'd never thought of it that way. Thank you, you. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-6549516496615502812010-12-11T22:38:17.218-06:002010-12-11T22:38:17.218-06:00Heather, this is beautiful. Your words leap off th...Heather, this is beautiful. Your words leap off the page. They are vivid and paint a picture that my heart grabs hold of. Thank you!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02983747923969997503noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-34741726256360609772010-12-11T18:38:38.627-06:002010-12-11T18:38:38.627-06:00I had the same freak out as Ann. This was beautif...I had the same freak out as Ann. This was beautiful but probably not something I should be reading when I already feel so weepy.bernthishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05905337047538489562noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-44192952611846426712010-12-11T16:55:05.940-06:002010-12-11T16:55:05.940-06:00Had a frantic moment of TWO BABIES TWINS WHAAAA WH...Had a frantic moment of TWO BABIES TWINS WHAAAA WHEN DID I MISS THAT until I settled down and reread it three or four more times.<br /><br />Got it. <br /><br />Your busy brain is such a relief to me. Thank you. And your bursting heart is so inspiring.<br /><br />(full-to-bursting, not splitting open)Ann Imighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01383249597505013239noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-79487561015203413042010-12-11T16:32:18.626-06:002010-12-11T16:32:18.626-06:00So many things are so wonderful and so painful and...So many things are so wonderful and so painful and beautiful and hard all at once. Our memories, of course, are all those things because they're all the things that have happened to us. You've said it so beautifully, as usual! Much love to you!Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06924784279928092348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-4126435832416866412010-12-11T16:16:36.268-06:002010-12-11T16:16:36.268-06:00What a striking image - a heart crowded with memor...What a striking image - a heart crowded with memories and anxieties while marriage, motherhood, faith, etc pace around outside. Such an evocative way to describe that floating off from the present and the way we can be distracted (by many things - past, present, and future) from the things that are actually our priorities.Elizabeth @claritychaoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05378413620649405525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-85749404731438803032010-12-11T11:57:49.393-06:002010-12-11T11:57:49.393-06:00You have, again, very eloquently put what so many ...You have, again, very eloquently put what so many of us feel into words. This is one of the reasons why you are an amazing writer.<br /><br />Your nostalgia is what makes you who you are. You remember, you care, you think about others and how they will feel, how they have felt. I am much the same. <br /><br />There are times when I long for what was and know can never be. It is just part of my life.<br /><br />Now I am rambling, so I will just sum it up with this...thank you for this post today. I love you.Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13652588913103400105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-88788129385465246212010-12-11T09:55:54.350-06:002010-12-11T09:55:54.350-06:00" If you are loved by me or I lived in your w..." If you are loved by me or I lived in your walls, you are with me always even if we never speak again."<br /><br />Oh Heather. This is wonderful. Thank you, thank you, for being someone else in the world who knows and feels all of this. Sometimes, I feel so alone.Kelly Sauerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14138861838948184728noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-20193977585802503322010-12-11T09:52:51.484-06:002010-12-11T09:52:51.484-06:00oh, girl,
you made me cry.
oh how I wish I weren&...oh, girl,<br />you made me cry. <br />oh how I wish I weren't so much about feeling and memory and heart space and more about living in the now. <br />yes.<br /><br />thank you for this today. thank you very much.<br /><br />peace to you , Heather. today, always.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15924061349390319473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-462728671028708590.post-34307214280893215102010-12-11T09:07:56.074-06:002010-12-11T09:07:56.074-06:00So beautiful. Heather, you have such a way with w...So beautiful. Heather, you have such a way with words, I feel like I was right there with you, eating those noodles and right there with you, in your heart. <br /><br />((hugs))Heatherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05247443626425489882noreply@blogger.com