tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post3287220923697917770..comments2023-10-28T04:53:32.505-07:00Comments on View From The Northern Wall: Because You Couldn't Eat, Giving Lovechristopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-91350488359891042672009-06-09T16:18:17.960-07:002009-06-09T16:18:17.960-07:00Beautiful poem, Ghost Dansing.Beautiful poem, Ghost Dansing.L.https://www.blogger.com/profile/08030622402438915251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-12706546951239175842009-06-09T15:53:08.938-07:002009-06-09T15:53:08.938-07:00Thank you, Ghost Dancing, written like a true frie...Thank you, Ghost Dancing, written like a true friend.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-70044755340684250872009-06-09T14:07:42.054-07:002009-06-09T14:07:42.054-07:00there's a quietness that comes
when the soul ...there's a quietness that comes<br /><br />when the soul stares numb<br />towards that which God gave witness<br /><br />in the warrior's moment<br />to comprehend the horrific handiwork of battle<br /> <br />no joy or sadness <br /><br />in the lover's heart<br />when finality is realized<br />wraith's reach prevails<br />and the spirit passes<br /><br />when in a clarified instant<br />life in whole is revealed<br />a finite gesture echoing <br />in the infinite<br /><br />there's a quietness that comes<br /><br />p.s. i was wondering when you would tell us of Ann<br /><br />GDGhost Dansinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15216056025402469120noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-41768531050416527652009-06-09T12:25:35.434-07:002009-06-09T12:25:35.434-07:00Julie, I am several years along in the aftermath ...Julie, I am several years along in the aftermath now, as this started in 1985 and ended in 2001 when I heard that Ann had died in Ohio in her bedroom alone from kidney failure. Her younger sister took her there, hoping to help. She had moved to Washington, and that failed, after she tried to live alone in Oregon and that too failed. Her depression took her if her alcoholism didn't.<br /><br />Catvibe, this is of course really the once over lightly. I have many stories and many lessons. This is the story in my life that steamrollers any sense of fairness out of life for me. There is no way she deserved any of it. That's not only my opinion. She was arguably at one time one of the best child welfare workers with a cross cultural specialization in the state of Oregon, probably in the top three. She had many loyal friends and colleagues.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-77289793946508236332009-06-09T08:59:24.754-07:002009-06-09T08:59:24.754-07:00Oh Christopher...I am speechless at this, and than...Oh Christopher...I am speechless at this, and thankful you shared it.Catherine Viberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01354073276671196477noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-12084593848479005642009-06-09T08:50:51.014-07:002009-06-09T08:50:51.014-07:00I agree with everyone who says no need to apologiz...I agree with everyone who says no need to apologize. The poem is powerful. Heavy sigh. I am so sorry. I can also relate to knowing doctors and nurses on a first name basis. It's a story that needs to be told, and you do it with tenderness and compassion.Juliehttp://www.juliebuff.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-80006458761508232222009-06-09T08:36:03.313-07:002009-06-09T08:36:03.313-07:00Lucy, thank you. You are right about that. Nothi...Lucy, thank you. You are right about that. Nothing will ever be right again. That's not really how to say it, but I married for life and I have lived far too long after. I don't mean this in a dark way, just in a "I never forget" way. I am okay living on but it is not the life I invested in, not at all. I started over and it was far too late in life to do that.<br /><br />I still live in consequences.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-40662423190095671252009-06-09T08:27:15.343-07:002009-06-09T08:27:15.343-07:00I'm so sorry that Ann's life ended like th...I'm so sorry that Ann's life ended like that, and that you had to endure it. Your courage, both then and now, is astonishing. <br /><br />It's true that you need to feel safe about speaking about it, and I think knowing when it is and isn't appropriate to do so is part of the survival; those who end up broken by the experience lose that sense, perhaps, and put themselves in danger by being too vulnerable in the wrong times and places. <br /><br />But you are safe here.<br /><br />I'm very honoured by your mention, though I feel that anythign I had to cope with was very little by comparison. But when I'm frightened, I think it will help to know there are those like you who can show how to live on well, even if it seems as though nothing will be right again.Lucyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09764296105901909328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-23800354195299789902009-06-09T07:10:17.977-07:002009-06-09T07:10:17.977-07:00Thank you all for that, but yes, of course there a...Thank you all for that, but yes, of course there are places for this expression and other places where it is not so welcome. There is always a risk if only a small one.<br /><br />I have staked my survival quite literally on the idea it is all right to lean, to fall back in the arms of unknown friends, that someone will back me at the truly critical moments.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-76234153671021993962009-06-09T06:17:01.235-07:002009-06-09T06:17:01.235-07:00{{{Christopher}}} Never apologize. Your words hold...{{{Christopher}}} Never apologize. Your words hold so much truth for so many. What an incredibly sad story. Such a long time of suffering for both of you. Makes my heart ache.<br /><br />The second poem made me laugh a little. Sometimes I like to look at those cute pictures if they really are of animals...I have a weakness there ;) These days when I am shown pictures of toddlers and babies, I just get this awful pang of "how did my kids grow up so fast??" and a feeling of "wait...my kids were just like that too..." Bittersweet.L.https://www.blogger.com/profile/08030622402438915251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-78712553623905255432009-06-09T02:46:53.615-07:002009-06-09T02:46:53.615-07:00Tears in my eyes for you and for Ann. So very sad....Tears in my eyes for you and for Ann. So very sad. I echo Rachel and Linda - no apology necessary.<br /><br />The picture one? I've felt that way. Horribly busy and just not interested sometimes. (I hate to admit that.)Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12003379181294550035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-23435229243311354272009-06-09T01:52:43.408-07:002009-06-09T01:52:43.408-07:00Sad. So very sad...
xxxSad. So very sad...<br /><br />xxxMichellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00816138640432897870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-75445608300817405952009-06-08T23:23:22.404-07:002009-06-08T23:23:22.404-07:00--As they said. Going through this kind of tribul...--As they said. Going through this kind of tribulation cannot but leave deep deep impressions. I'll post a poem on my blog about my former husband's and my experience with cancer, radiation, chemotherapy and the usual entourage of assorted drugs. Life stops being an adventure, and you feel like a hostage.Sidney Trobairitz Barthellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18395150596624366576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-43409954973097435422009-06-08T21:06:17.464-07:002009-06-08T21:06:17.464-07:00So incredibly sad that your love...and you...endur...So incredibly sad that your love...and you...endured all of that.....no apology is ever necessary.<br />LindaLinda S. Sochahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03281672541959206302noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-90856319941928892742009-06-08T20:46:16.843-07:002009-06-08T20:46:16.843-07:00Christopher, you need never apologize for the weig...Christopher, you need never apologize for the weight of your words. Grief is like that. It sinks.RachelWhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18225401230724459199noreply@blogger.com