tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post5212669840260366172..comments2024-03-26T05:20:10.232-04:00Comments on Between the By-Road and the Main Road: #SOL16: Sometimes I'm Terrified of My HeartMary Ann Reillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-45466714721570274222016-05-07T08:48:32.760-04:002016-05-07T08:48:32.760-04:00This is the truest expression of what I feel. Rob ...This is the truest expression of what I feel. Rob oriented me in this world and his death leaves me sometimes with a foot on the earth, but often I can't find the ground I took for granted. Every memory cuts and is comfort. <br /><br />Thank you Simon for knowing, for saying.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-51255875299570543862016-05-07T08:43:20.872-04:002016-05-07T08:43:20.872-04:00As I read this and got to your comment about the t...As I read this and got to your comment about the troll I thought, "Trip,Trap." I have spent too much time in primary grade with The Billy Goats Gruff. Humor and laughter remain even? Especially? In the presence of grief. I had not considered the difference btw grief and loss. Now they are twin elements entwined but they will seperate as I move through this. Thank you Pam for helping me Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-18723698309153306212016-05-07T04:58:55.107-04:002016-05-07T04:58:55.107-04:00Mary Ann.
Thank you for your artful, soulful, br...Mary Ann. <br /><br />Thank you for your artful, soulful, brave gifts.<br /><br />I don't believe loss is a gift.<br /><br />Loss is an absurd nonsense.<br /><br />Our attachment to people, place, nature, objects, sounds, smells, touch, sights, taste, movement, words, music, dance, painting, helps us to orientate ourselves in this void.<br /><br />The depth of your sorrow is significant as itsensor63https://www.blogger.com/profile/11879294013686784713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-33433867500393705562016-05-07T00:54:50.375-04:002016-05-07T00:54:50.375-04:00Mary Ann,
Grief ebbs but the loss remains always...Mary Ann, <br /><br />Grief ebbs but the loss remains always underneath and waiting like a troll to emerge just as you walk across the bridge. I think that grief and the companion sense of loss remind us to keep loving our memories, to cherish our artifacts of life well lived, and the potential in our children who will replace us. We mourn because we feel and continue to live every moment of whatPamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17407082081896465942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-64822484835599214102016-05-06T19:47:26.083-04:002016-05-06T19:47:26.083-04:00I hadn't thought about a separation between bo...I hadn't thought about a separation between body and mind. Certainly, the walking, the sadness is keeping my body active. I am feeling the loss in the bones and that feels critical. So too does processing what I can through writing. I promised myself I would write even when what I write is so blue. What rests in my hands now is slippery for me to hold, to understand. It is the absence of Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-26724960942179661672016-05-06T19:40:33.734-04:002016-05-06T19:40:33.734-04:00...Which would a wise and just creator choose:
Th......Which would a wise and just creator choose: <br />The green hosannas of a budding leaf <br />Or the strict contract between love and grief?<br /><br />I recently was asked if I would risk loving again given the torment and sadness that had come with Rob's death. I didn't hesitate when I said I would do all of it again. To love in this manner is a gift without measure. Love is always Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-27827341182255452016-05-06T16:20:13.099-04:002016-05-06T16:20:13.099-04:00Hard to view loss as a gift, but maybe just feelin...Hard to view loss as a gift, but maybe just feeling so much is the gift. I think of Linda Pastan's 'strict contract between love and grief.' If we hadn't loved, we would not grieve. I am awe-struck by the beauty of your writing, the generosity and courage you bring to it. Thank you for sharing so much.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07714970319903359493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-55675464260551531672016-05-06T13:43:18.069-04:002016-05-06T13:43:18.069-04:00Loss doesn't feel like a gift right now, but I...Loss doesn't feel like a gift right now, but I trust you Bill to tell me truths I simply cannot tell myself at the moment. Thank you so much.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-8497298702441049952016-05-06T13:38:12.440-04:002016-05-06T13:38:12.440-04:00I write what I can sometimes name. Figurative lang...I write what I can sometimes name. Figurative language helps me to express what single words cannot. Thank you Tara. Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-37699240527233896132016-05-06T13:07:05.049-04:002016-05-06T13:07:05.049-04:00Loss has brought me to tears in a super market ais...Loss has brought me to tears in a super market aisle. While it has a price, often steep, loss is a gift. Loss is a gift of human experience, and to share it is to deepen the gift. Thanks, Mary Ann.Bill Tracyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15921814204827539761noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-15852482346441307012016-05-06T09:56:37.963-04:002016-05-06T09:56:37.963-04:00I feel like I'm witnessing you sort of play/mo...I feel like I'm witnessing you sort of play/move in and out, of all of the felt sense inner experiences in an effort to sort through. Or maybe just to "be with." In this particular post I'm also hearing more of what sounds to me like anxiety of what is to come, what will the future hold. "I'm terrified of my heart" is such a powerful statement and makes me curious Carol Fishelman-Rosen, LCSWhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12632544228994202106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-91075123729403702092016-05-06T06:11:03.750-04:002016-05-06T06:11:03.750-04:00You write so powerfully of the weight of this sorr...You write so powerfully of the weight of this sorrow:<br />"The infinite number of things that comprise ordinary human life are now a list I cannot bear."<br />Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13626451110946889157noreply@blogger.com