tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post615363437074361220..comments2024-02-11T05:16:25.995-05:00Comments on Between the By-Road and the Main Road: What it Was I Was Listening For Mary Ann Reillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-58310811888125362222015-04-16T16:29:01.756-04:002015-04-16T16:29:01.756-04:00I read your recent post and thought about how pote...I read your recent post and thought about how potentially rhizomatic this all is--how way leads on to way.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-32861811446571275182015-04-16T01:43:38.700-04:002015-04-16T01:43:38.700-04:00Mary Anne, you write our trauma with poignant eleg...Mary Anne, you write our trauma with poignant elegance. Thank you. It made me go back and read what I wrote to engrave grief. sensor63https://www.blogger.com/profile/11879294013686784713noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-63745579919986696282015-04-15T19:50:07.146-04:002015-04-15T19:50:07.146-04:00Thank you Susan. A hard post to publish. Thank you Susan. A hard post to publish. Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-47912027592360520212015-04-15T19:49:17.461-04:002015-04-15T19:49:17.461-04:00much love received:)much love received:)Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-79199808949476567642015-04-15T19:40:09.132-04:002015-04-15T19:40:09.132-04:00wow. moved.wow. moved.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07719153438721951700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-76481880692461115992015-04-15T11:18:40.257-04:002015-04-15T11:18:40.257-04:00I can recall being in a limo for a funeral and be...I can recall being in a limo for a funeral and being on a highway. As I looked out the window I was surprised and perhaps oddly relived to see others going about their business. The need for normal is never so acute as when we are most vulnerable.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-49452300705117766712015-04-15T07:12:25.957-04:002015-04-15T07:12:25.957-04:00Beautifully raw, Mary Ann. Thank you. Echoing Sall...Beautifully raw, Mary Ann. Thank you. Echoing Sally...I was also moved by the line "And it's the ordinariness of it that most undoes me." <br /><br />When I've contemplated the passing of a friend or loved one, sitting beside their bed or upon hearing the news, I'm often moved by the emotion that both their passing evokes and, more curiously, how when I look outside my Reneehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03483615235238015790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-78467662238279974062015-04-15T01:31:42.013-04:002015-04-15T01:31:42.013-04:00Thank you Carol. Thank you Carol. Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-56854702835845433602015-04-15T00:59:59.430-04:002015-04-15T00:59:59.430-04:00Mary Ann, your raw feelings are exposed in this co...Mary Ann, your raw feelings are exposed in this courageous and beautifully written piece. May peace be with you and your family.Carol Varsalonahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02589714711155938528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-9417313444826353982015-04-14T22:24:16.978-04:002015-04-14T22:24:16.978-04:00Thank you Deborah for taking time to read and offe...Thank you Deborah for taking time to read and offer your insights. The feelings are very, very mutual.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-31501716672668743702015-04-14T21:37:51.119-04:002015-04-14T21:37:51.119-04:00much love.
shalom.much love.<br />shalom.monika hardyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17903730727359304285noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-44913446461942685812015-04-14T20:06:00.883-04:002015-04-14T20:06:00.883-04:00As always, Mary Ann, the depth and nuance of your ...As always, Mary Ann, the depth and nuance of your writing totally moves me. You take an experience and its accompanying feelings and tie it to the ordinary then move it to a possibility with such grace. Thank you for sharing your journey and insights.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11275286826634283515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-36802317937315027392015-04-14T19:12:38.760-04:002015-04-14T19:12:38.760-04:00Thank you Sally so much for your kind words. It me...Thank you Sally so much for your kind words. It means a lot to know the post affected you. Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-73217609028170881022015-04-14T19:12:02.303-04:002015-04-14T19:12:02.303-04:00I can imagine. It was hard to push publish on this...I can imagine. It was hard to push publish on this one.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-63141751281264281022015-04-14T19:11:37.564-04:002015-04-14T19:11:37.564-04:00Not shocked so much as attentive. Thanks Bernadet...Not shocked so much as attentive. Thanks Bernadette for taking time to read and comment.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-86295492874024647002015-04-14T17:31:25.197-04:002015-04-14T17:31:25.197-04:00You must have been shocked by the raw pain that so...You must have been shocked by the raw pain that something so ordinary caused. Bernadettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07434499049673670812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-5496967069940251292015-04-14T12:22:01.203-04:002015-04-14T12:22:01.203-04:00This was a hard post to read, having just returned...This was a hard post to read, having just returned from visiting my 90 year old parents. But, a beautiful post...as always.Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13626451110946889157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-15156326406453108292015-04-14T12:21:55.789-04:002015-04-14T12:21:55.789-04:00This was a hard post to read, having just returned...This was a hard post to read, having just returned from visiting my 90 year old parents. But, a beautiful post...as always.Tarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13626451110946889157noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-21253989636916533982015-04-14T08:44:38.568-04:002015-04-14T08:44:38.568-04:00You are a beautiful writer and I feel honored that...You are a beautiful writer and I feel honored that I had privilege to read this heartfelt, honest reflection by you on the passing of your mother, all brought back to you while having that pedicure. I think my favorite lines is 'And it's the ordinariness of it that most undoes me." It was then that my eyes welled. But then when you switched to thinking of your own son, you really gotSallyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01323825577167758104noreply@blogger.com