tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post9199179235259356627..comments2024-03-04T15:47:04.422-07:00Comments on Somethings I Think About-Annell: I SING TO MYSELF AS I MOVE THROUGH THE UNDERWORLD/Imaginary Gardens with Real Toadsannell4http://www.blogger.com/profile/07629830133868270690noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-78108443827087528402018-04-04T16:03:25.715-06:002018-04-04T16:03:25.715-06:00Beautiful. And yes, it does sing, and is deeply sa...Beautiful. And yes, it does sing, and is deeply satisfying to read. It has a magical/mystical feel; perhaps it's an incantation.Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-51386715459790571292018-04-04T13:30:09.642-06:002018-04-04T13:30:09.642-06:00A shrink once told me that "every access is a...A shrink once told me that "every access is a reframe" -- revisiting the damage of the past, we recalibrate the damage, or it does us ... anyway, I love the title because I think that's what every poem is, a song to all the places we dream. A fine catelog of traveling selves.Brendanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03983584155125369291noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-6181084493076551882018-04-04T13:12:00.659-06:002018-04-04T13:12:00.659-06:00Love the song... the girl grown old... but still s...Love the song... the girl grown old... but still standing, still writing.brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-27741892992563324832018-04-04T09:17:59.575-06:002018-04-04T09:17:59.575-06:00I would agree, it is the complications that make u...I would agree, it is the complications that make us who we are. The personal struggles, the myriad choices we are called to make, the struggles of everyday being. We are not flowers, or butterflies with a simple map of only one way to be. We own the ability to make choices, and choices are always complicated.<br /><br />ElizabethAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-30377443205527247012018-04-04T08:20:29.438-06:002018-04-04T08:20:29.438-06:00Thank you Elizabeth. I will not argue with you, b...Thank you Elizabeth. I will not argue with you, but it seems it is the story we all tell. When asked why this happened, why this did not, the answer always seems, "It is complicated." I guess we could say, "Life is complicated." It is probably the very complications that make us who we are?annell4https://www.blogger.com/profile/07629830133868270690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9057172956502874716.post-54053543559740845572018-04-04T08:16:19.761-06:002018-04-04T08:16:19.761-06:00There's so much to like about this, Annell. Th...There's so much to like about this, Annell. The reference to Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself", all the roads traveled through a life, well lived. But, I would argue with your closing line. To me, you will always be uniquely you, and that is the very best any of us can hope for. It's complicated, this daily business of being me,<br /><br />Elizabeth<br />http://soulsmusic.wordpress.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com