Comments on: Purpose

By: Welshwitch

Welshwitch — Fri, 10 Feb 2006 06:41:56 +0000

Beautifully written…thanks for sharing

By: Teece

Teece — Tue, 31 Jan 2006 14:50:30 +0000

wow…
i wish i had more ariticulate words to express how those thoughts, that jounal entry, touches me.
thank you.

By: mati

mati — Tue, 31 Jan 2006 10:32:58 +0000

i’ve had that experience recently of being knocked over by past journal entries… they basically flew open in my face with a purpose. are you alive? i asked. yours is written like a book i want to read and re-read to seek more knowledge…. a place of truth and rawness. thank you for sharing your words of the past and current. xox,m

By: keri Smith

keri Smith — Tue, 31 Jan 2006 10:28:39 +0000

that was beautiful. it made me think that it may be important for us to remember the pain from time to time. to keep ourselves open, and to acknowledge how far we’ve come.
i guess that’s why the journal is so beautiful, it’s all there. looking back and remembering, “man, I could barely function then.” but look at me now!

By: bohemiangirl

bohemiangirl — Tue, 31 Jan 2006 10:00:55 +0000

beautiful post and quote. i have come back to it a few times to let it sink in. thank you…

By: Elizabeth

Elizabeth — Tue, 31 Jan 2006 09:48:00 +0000

I will be thinking about this post for days . . innocence vs wisdom . . . but I wanted to comment on the need for order in order to create.
I have a personal philosophy that the erroneous concept of artists as crazy, loose, messy, wild is the external necessary for the very focused internal drive to express specific truths.
By contrast, the military has the outward image of discipline, cleanliness and control which a a big fat lie and a cover of what the heart of war/battle is all about: chaos, destruction, incoherence, insanity.

By: la vie en rose

la vie en rose — Tue, 31 Jan 2006 09:38:52 +0000

wow swirly! i’m so glad you found the answers to all the questions you asked during that dark and heavy time. i can so relate to this post. when my marriage ended my whole life, life as i had known it up until that point in time, was gone, over…dreams dashed, innocence gone, faith crushed. looking back i honestly can’t tell anyone how i made it though. there were definetly days i didn’t want to make it through. but i crawled on my hand and knees through it and made it. I did this…and i have the scars to prove it. and making it to the other side i found something so much bigger and more beautiful than i ever imagined. thank you for sharing this friend. you spoke to my soul and reminded my of my own glory.

By: maria

maria — Tue, 31 Jan 2006 08:33:44 +0000

Oh, how that quote brings back memories … of the time years ago when I read When Things Fall Apart, by Pema, and how I’d had this dream that my heart was in a black box … this after a particularly painful breakup (of which there have been several, as I’m sure I must have karma in this area). When I mentioned it to my therapist, she asked me to describe this ‘black box,’ … what was it made of, etc.? And then she said, very matter of factly: ‘Oh, a coffin.’
It’s nice to know that the indestructible part of us persists in loving life, and in loving.
Thanks for this beautiful post.

By: steph

steph — Tue, 31 Jan 2006 08:02:27 +0000

so very true. and encouraging. thank you.

By: Alexandra

Alexandra — Tue, 31 Jan 2006 07:50:09 +0000

There is so much to cherish about this post. Truly beautiful beautiful beautiful- thank you!