tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post8801795927377576520..comments2023-10-28T04:53:32.505-07:00Comments on View From The Northern Wall: Nothing More To Say, When I Turned Ninechristopherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-14891023291043477602009-07-19T00:04:50.830-07:002009-07-19T00:04:50.830-07:00I think we've all been that broken butterfly, ...I think we've all been that broken butterfly, and also the one who broke it. Life's like that, but god, either way, does it have to hurt so....<br /><br />xMichellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00816138640432897870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-45747191667287458712009-07-18T16:17:48.147-07:002009-07-18T16:17:48.147-07:00I feel like I touched that sadness, the lost frien...I feel like I touched that sadness, the lost friend, and the broken butterfly. Probably because it is a shared experience we have, though what I got in the mail was a huge packet of letters, poetry and artwork, some taped music, and a carefully concealed doobie of BC bud.RachelWhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18225401230724459199noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-77671127318403214802009-07-18T15:43:59.257-07:002009-07-18T15:43:59.257-07:00Karen, the last Tiger Swallowtail I spoke with sai...Karen, the last Tiger Swallowtail I spoke with said the same thing!<br /><br />Erin, it's another form of crucifixion. <br /><br />We are rude to the crucified in AA. We say get down off the cross. We need the wood. In our defense, alcoholics are very immature and often believe in avoiding responsibility by being victimized if they can get you to buy it. And the truth is, most alcoholics at least some of the time find people who will buy it.<br /><br />So to answer you, I have been crucified by circumstance once or twice and several more times by my own hand. How humiliating. I try to catch my self service early these days.<br /><br />On the other hand it is plain that people are often impaled at another's intent or by circumstance. The worst part can be the refusal of others to see it. To be lifted off the pin by someone who cares is much easier than trying to work one's own way back off.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-70349915424935104302009-07-18T11:48:11.713-07:002009-07-18T11:48:11.713-07:00I didn't really notice the pin. It was magic.
...I didn't really notice the pin. It was magic.<br /><br />I'm left there at that line just breathing and thinking. It's a line I needed today.<br /><br />Ever feel like a butterfly on a pin? And maybe not even the pretty sort and maybe not even only one pin?<br /><br />I hear you in both poems, Christopher.Woman in a Windowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14747858840088922077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-10905270504384335332009-07-18T11:20:51.797-07:002009-07-18T11:20:51.797-07:00Sticky tongues pull out the sweetest nectar.Sticky tongues pull out the sweetest nectar.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12003379181294550035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-35504730662293806142009-07-18T08:44:41.908-07:002009-07-18T08:44:41.908-07:00Annie, this site doesn't really have rules, ex...Annie, this site doesn't really have rules, except maybe no divisive and hateful comments. Even those REALLY creatively written might survive. It touches me that people might get childhood memories and share them. To me this makes my comment section a "safe place". Sorry I can't really relate to dolls that much.<br /><br />I had an autographed baseball from the New York Yankees, the team that had Yogi Berra, Phil Rizzuto, Jackie Jensen, Joe DiMaggio, those guys (before Mantle). I couldn't leave it alone. I wrote over the signatures, trying to get the feel for writing like they wrote. Not good. But I never got in trouble because my Dad didn't value such stuff that much, not star struck.<br /><br />Kyddryn, yes, I imagine we all have stories of this nature. It is after all part of childhood to learn the limits. What should happen, I think, a person outgrows the issue somehow on the way up. Like they say, Get over it. I regret to say I never really have. I don't just get on with things. Instead I hold arguments and declare the world wrong because EVERYTHING takes longer and demands more attention than it is worth. :( Turning blue in the face now in my tantrum.<br /><br />Michelle, thank you for your tolerance of little Christopher.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-66707118594895974112009-07-18T08:20:48.358-07:002009-07-18T08:20:48.358-07:00Ha, I had one of those too. She was in an old fash...Ha, I had one of those too. She was in an old fashioned green box wrapped in pink tissue paper up on the high shelf of my closet. I climbed up there one day to discover her and behold my joy!! She cried when I turned her over and she had beautiful black curls. I decided to give her hair a wash and a dry, and it has never looked good again! OH the guilt ;D:D<br /><br />But I still love her, I played with her.<br /><br />(Sorry bout' all the memory posts on your comment thread Christopher) ;)<br /><br />~AnnieStrawberry Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03395571842364752995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-79257071193435883792009-07-18T03:08:01.392-07:002009-07-18T03:08:01.392-07:00Smiling wryly for little Christopher and his passi...Smiling wryly for little Christopher and his passion.<br /><br />Poetry seems to drop out of nowhere for me....<br /><br />xxMichellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00816138640432897870noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-22479611878727981812009-07-17T23:20:58.528-07:002009-07-17T23:20:58.528-07:00Children wonder and touch, so tactile...they can&#...Children wonder and touch, so tactile...they can't help it. When I was six or seven, I had a robin's egg, filched from an abandoned nest. I wasn't to play with it, only look at it, but didn't listen...carried it in my overalls pocket...stumbled...broken egg, broken heart...<br /><br />I still remember the hurt, the wounded confusion of losing my treasure...<br /><br />It never quite fades, does it?<br /><br />Oh, and Mizz Strawberry? I had Madame Alexander dolls...wasn't supposed to play with them, but my mother always asked why anyone would give a little girl dolls and expect her to just look at them?? So I happily ruined their collector's value and loved them all - I collected memories, instead...<br /><br />Shade and Sweetwater,<br />KKyddrynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07668797984157146798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2377252801421681569.post-19763233440995152932009-07-17T20:41:27.903-07:002009-07-17T20:41:27.903-07:00Reminds me of the Holiday Barbies that I got as a ...Reminds me of the Holiday Barbies that I got as a kid. The first one I opened and played with, I enjoyed it until someone told me that I shouldn't have opened the box. That I should have left her in there. So then I felt guilty and tried to recreate her in the box, but it never worked. From then after every year I got a Holiday Barbie, I dutifully kept them in their boxes and placed them on a shelf. I never forgot the bitter taste in my mouth for having opened the first one and the joy that I had when I had played with her. Each year, each Barbie meant less and less until I hated, yet coveted the stupid toy's. As time passed quite a few of the boxes got destroyed for one reason or another, and I found that the dolls are not worth all that much, except the one that I played with. Yet they sit on a high shelf in my closet. To make restitution for it all I am going to give them to my girls. (and tell them to play with them)Strawberry Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03395571842364752995noreply@blogger.com