tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post2740626478711095809..comments2024-03-26T05:20:10.232-04:00Comments on Between the By-Road and the Main Road: #SOL17: A Thin PlaceMary Ann Reillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-88728698137952397762017-02-25T08:37:15.563-05:002017-02-25T08:37:15.563-05:00I'm sorry about your loss. I know how losing y...I'm sorry about your loss. I know how losing your mother can hurt. Loss is painful and it does also point to the fact that to feel so deeply we were also well loved. Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-88027484900990427832017-02-22T12:15:14.861-05:002017-02-22T12:15:14.861-05:00Thank you for sharing such a heartfelt slice of li...Thank you for sharing such a heartfelt slice of life. I lost my mom this year and am reminded over and over that kids stings but that it is part of the richness of life too.Annettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02251236377525751515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-21812412664356711482017-02-21T21:04:42.134-05:002017-02-21T21:04:42.134-05:00Yes, those lines are dear.Yes, those lines are dear.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-12207034230961923782017-02-21T21:04:28.849-05:002017-02-21T21:04:28.849-05:00That and her poetry.That and her poetry.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-52329724726458276442017-02-21T19:06:14.915-05:002017-02-21T19:06:14.915-05:00Reading your blog posts over the past year, I have...Reading your blog posts over the past year, I have felt that Rob and his breadcrumbs were always with you... These lines, especially, made me think of you and Rob:<br />You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,<br />But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,<br />And filter and fibre your blood. Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13626451110946889157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-90002999581364239572017-02-21T14:37:14.422-05:002017-02-21T14:37:14.422-05:00My breadcrumbs, from my mother, are the beautiful,...My breadcrumbs, from my mother, are the beautiful, long silver strands of her hair that she accidentally wove into the afghan she made for us...I love the idea of a "thin place" where we can sense the other. Thank you.NancyHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14875884916058328777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-5385543632235162792017-02-21T14:05:39.038-05:002017-02-21T14:05:39.038-05:00This brought tears.
And joy.
Thank you.This brought tears. <br />And joy.<br /><br />Thank you.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-30060456699963052752017-02-21T13:42:18.445-05:002017-02-21T13:42:18.445-05:00, I look around, across to the Tor anchored away o..., I look around, across to the Tor anchored away on the levels.<br /><br />Defiantly a child-drawn rainbow appears.<br /><br />It gives me closure and hope.<br /><br />He lives with me now. He is not gone, his gouache is etched in my soul.<br /><br />I shall bear grief with joy.<br /><br />We don't end my friend, we become particles for a child's studious science.sensor63https://www.blogger.com/profile/11879294013686784713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-8794181687268821522017-02-21T12:29:04.962-05:002017-02-21T12:29:04.962-05:00Thank you Carol. I had not thought of the breadcru...Thank you Carol. I had not thought of the breadcrumbs as placeholders for the many reminders of Rob I have at home. Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-75373801178837731092017-02-21T09:45:45.429-05:002017-02-21T09:45:45.429-05:00Leave breadcrumbs, a beautiful thought. I believe ...Leave breadcrumbs, a beautiful thought. I believe that those in the spiritual place are watching over us, Mary Ann. I sometimes see my mother in my dreams and it is comforting. Her breadcrumbs are all over my house, reminding me of her love for family. It is comforting. I hope that you are finding peace among the breadcrumbs that are being left for you.Carol Varsalonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02589714711155938528noreply@blogger.com