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July 22, 2007



Thank you for the poem. I often do read Sacred Ordinary but had not seen it yet. It seems to fit here nicely, doesn't it?

Yes, of course, there are one or two of those people along the way who are able to support and validate my feelings and that has, of course, been so helpful in the process. No person is an island and thank goodness! I love the way Michael at: "One foot in front of the other:"
says: "The bottom line is, we're all confronting and enjoying and sometimes battling life together.
We can choose to do it together or alone.
I've chosen togetherness." My sentiments exactly.

Kay, Oh I hope you do too! Am so happy if my story is helpful for your own. Thank you.

I am always grateful for your comments, and especially here because you share your own story. What resonates for me so much is: "a coming together when I most expected a falling apart." YES!

Mike Golby

'Lighter' seems to go with letting go of all that baggage, Tamar. And by baggage I mean people. I didn't realise how the people supposedly closest to me when I was growing up viewed me.

When I started blogging, they articulated much of their sentiment but it was only a year or two ago that I was able to shrug them off, see them for who and what they were and are, and move past them. Painful? Sure. But sobbing? Nah...I'm a cowboy.

Subsequently, so much 'stuff' that I thought I had taped, 'really' clicked into place and vast spaces of my being me came into far sharper focus. I could be really me more than ever before. It was a grand feeling -- a coming together when I most expected a falling apart.


Is "Sacred Ordinary" one of the blogs you read. Perhaps I found it through your blog. I trust you saw this poem at her blog:

Say you finally invented a new story
of your life. It is not the story of your defeat
or of your impotence and powerlessness
before the large forces of wind and accident.

It is not the sad story of your mother's death
or of your abandoned childhood. It is not,
even, a story that will win you the deep
initial sympathies of the benevolent goddesses
or the care of the generous, but it is a story
that requires of you a large thrust
into the difficult life, a sense of plenitude
entirely your own. Whatever the story is,
it goes as it goes, and there are vicissitudes
in it, gardens that need to be planted,
skills sown, the long hard labors
of prose and enduring love. Deep down
in some long-encumbered self,
it is the story you have been writing
all of your life, where no Calypso holds you
against your own willfulness,
where you can rise
from the bleak island of your old story
and tread your way home.

Mary Godwin

I don't think you're alone(x2) in working through this issue: 1) I read about the many others you keep close in your life, and I imagine they accompany you through the days, drives, dinners, and all - that they give themselves as "backboards" off which you are able to bounce ideas or give yourself the push-off you need to propel yourself through a next moment; 2) I know pieces of this journey in my own life and call to mind conversation with many friends who share parallel discoveries and overcomings.

I am celebrating you this evening. I am happy for the break-through you are claiming, and I applaud the work you are doing to bring the learning into words in such a way as the value can be shared. Bless you in each new day. -mg

Kay Dennison

I'm so delighted for you, Tamar!

I hope I end my own struggles with the past soon, too. You are an inspiration to me.

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