tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post5060245039844217264..comments2024-03-14T05:57:19.066-07:00Comments on Pure and Simple: Creature ComfortsDebrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-6283488519759466812011-08-05T17:14:41.233-07:002011-08-05T17:14:41.233-07:00Dawn, this is precious, saving those stuffed anima...Dawn, this is precious, saving those stuffed animals! I have a teddy bear (called a prayer bear) that has its paws held together with some invisible inner magnet. When my mother was in a hospice home I found it in her room. Then, when my mother died I brought the bear home with me. My oldest daughter wanted it and I refused to give it up. It remains in my room still, and when life feels overwhelming I bring it to bed with me. You’re so right: objects like these seem to be part of our soul in their ability to comfort.Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-27209126972515221772011-08-05T12:27:17.516-07:002011-08-05T12:27:17.516-07:00I get to play with you TWICE today, darling girl! ...I get to play with you TWICE today, darling girl! I loved this article. "It felt like I was burying a pet...it was that stressful." Oh my, I can relate! When I moved out of my Mom's house to get my first apartment, I did a lot of throwing away of childhood stuff. A few things, I just could not part with. Okay, a LOT of things. I'm a packrat, I admit it! But my stuffed animals? I just couldn't make myself do it. They were lovingly packed into a plastic bin with mothballs to keep them from being decimated by any nasty critters, and stored in a storage shed. They're still out there, waiting for me to bring them home. I think I may do that soon. They may come out to play, or they may hide in a closet, but I won't ever throw them away. Comfort memories and objects of this nature are part of our Soul, I feel. Lovely post, Debra! <3<br /><br />DawnHealing Morninghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03236609802381940498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-88355053152795489422011-07-26T22:55:48.833-07:002011-07-26T22:55:48.833-07:00Cathy, it’s amazing how your comments contain such...Cathy, it’s amazing how your comments contain such fascinating and vivid stories. Your memories show that you’ve lived an adventurous life. Who’d want to go anywhere without their favorite pillow?Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-37743407286945880782011-07-26T13:32:26.774-07:002011-07-26T13:32:26.774-07:00A good pillow. When I went to China in 2000, I car...A good pillow. When I went to China in 2000, I carted my favorite pillow along with me. The customs officers at the Beijing airport had a good laugh about it, which is preferable to detainment in a Chinese jail for trafficking in, what, middle-aged capitalist dreams?!<br /><br />While the Dervish Dances - http://cathykozak.comCathy Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02583711805721501577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-86737076881842812092011-07-21T22:33:30.191-07:002011-07-21T22:33:30.191-07:00Kristin, you're never too old to wear bunny sl...Kristin, you're never too old to wear bunny slippers :) Whatever keeps you young at heart!Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-71948830342890218492011-07-21T17:58:20.436-07:002011-07-21T17:58:20.436-07:00I wear bunny slippers at age 49. . .am I holding o...I wear bunny slippers at age 49. . .am I holding on to something? lol :)<br />It keeps me young at heart, right? :)Kristin Bridgmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09020084825858319693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-20191849125906207932011-07-18T17:09:13.504-07:002011-07-18T17:09:13.504-07:00Debi, when I go through old art the kids drew when...Debi, when I go through old art the kids drew when they were little, birthday and Mother’s Day cards, jewelry they’ve made,etc., I know I don’t have the heart to part with these memories. So, like you, I’ll just leave them all behind me. And then the kids can decide what is worth keeping.Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-1021947192481257322011-07-18T13:52:18.439-07:002011-07-18T13:52:18.439-07:00It is strange to think about the things we hold on...It is strange to think about the things we hold on to. Things that maybe our children won't care about they way we do. Sometimes, I think I am to sentimental with things. As I get older I try to go through the memories and get rid of the things that my children are not interested in. It is hard. I keep hoping someday they will become important to them. As I look through these things I can't seen to part with them. I guess that my children will have to when I am gone.Debihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03391966773105309841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-7312259263253022392011-07-18T10:23:19.400-07:002011-07-18T10:23:19.400-07:00Zee, mugs are easy to get attached to since they o...Zee, mugs are easy to get attached to since they offer so much pleasure. While away on vacation one year I didn’t feel good about having left my glass cup behind. But I looked in the cottage cabinet and pulled one from the shelf that said, “Seize the Day.” I took it as a Divine message. God telling me to go into the ocean and jump the waves like a kid. I don’t go in the ocean for many reasons, but that day I paid attention and joined my daughter and husband. That mug and God sent me out on an adventure. You just never know what messenger God will use. This may be a future post. Long enough, aye?Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-19779556729198910152011-07-18T10:09:21.758-07:002011-07-18T10:09:21.758-07:00Sea, oh yeah, the eyeglasses are essential. But ...Sea, oh yeah, the eyeglasses are essential. But I couldn’t call them a creature comfort exactly because if I had the choice I’d go glassless. But now the tea cup is special, the bathrobe seems luxurious, and the A/C seems like heaven after it went on the blink during a heat wave recently :(Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-61635625208607979112011-07-18T01:16:35.583-07:002011-07-18T01:16:35.583-07:00Oh, the little things... I get attached too easily...Oh, the little things... I get attached too easily to some things, and other don't matter at all. <br /><br />A few months ago, I came home and couldn't find my favorite tea mug. There were several good things about it: it was heavy (I don't like lightweight cups), it had a red handle and rim (I love red color), and it was big (small mugs are a useless waste of time since I love tea). <br /><br />Then I found out that it fell down, chipped slightly, and thrown out into the garbage. <br /><br />I was FURIOUS!!! Then, I took out my old mug from the childhood days, and realized that actually, that old teddy bear mug was the perfect one for me.Zeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10178305447387543918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-32233779380062396942011-07-18T00:08:16.250-07:002011-07-18T00:08:16.250-07:00Ummm! I have so many. My eye glasses that I only w...Ummm! I have so many. My eye glasses that I only wear in the morning and evening. A tea cup, my bathrobe. The list goes on and on. Well! this was great to think about!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-23731200930627969512011-07-17T22:04:11.088-07:002011-07-17T22:04:11.088-07:00Corinne – I can’t imagine how on earth you could h...Corinne – I can’t imagine how on earth you could have possibly forgotten to comment. Why, you’re only writing your own posts DAILY with the blog challenge. Shame on you for being so slack :) Just kidding; you are doing a remarkable job and I’m amazed that you can keep up with anyone else’s posts. I can see why you don’t get attached to things, having moved around every two years. I think it’s a good think that you don’t. Me, I’m facing an elephant!Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-20100091879832296492011-07-17T22:02:33.466-07:002011-07-17T22:02:33.466-07:00Roy – No, I didn’t know your wife has Alzheimer’s....Roy – No, I didn’t know your wife has Alzheimer’s. How are you coping with this? I know you’re a man of faith, and I’m sure this helps you through. I see a good poem in the story of the picture of your children when they were small, and your wife asking if they were your kids.Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-40462689063099595902011-07-17T22:01:16.554-07:002011-07-17T22:01:16.554-07:00Mari – that pink bathrobe may last forever; what a...Mari – that pink bathrobe may last forever; what are a few holes in the sleeves? If there’s no zipper down the front that can break, you’re in luck. Getting a new pink robe would be like me buying a new car when my ’96 Cherokee Jeep still runs just fine :)Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-31299229175880580192011-07-17T21:30:44.132-07:002011-07-17T21:30:44.132-07:00Deb, I have a bulletin board that needs cleaning o...Deb, I have a bulletin board that needs cleaning off, as it holds stuff like coupons that have most likely expired; a graduation invitation that has long since passed; a baby shower invitation, etc… and then there are drawers that contain old birthday cards from special people (and who can toss these)? Oh, and gift bags that can be recycled forever because I tend to ask for the back when I pass them along :)Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-5170896535898599202011-07-17T21:30:17.606-07:002011-07-17T21:30:17.606-07:00Just realized that I hadn't commented, Debra. ...Just realized that I hadn't commented, Debra. Silly old me!! The only things I'm very possessive about are my books and there's loads of them. I shared with someone earlier that since my Dad was in the Army and we moved every two years, so we learnt early not to get too attached to places and things... Not sure if that's good or bad? :)Corinne Rodrigueshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00127426375705808776noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-62624312251016213282011-07-17T18:33:36.465-07:002011-07-17T18:33:36.465-07:00I have read your post and all the comments. I too ...I have read your post and all the comments. I too have those things I would not want to part with. My wife was going though her stuff that is stored in her sewing room boxes of nick-naks and memorably, pictures, and thing all have memories as I was reading. My wife as you may know has Alzheimer’s, a picture of or kids 12X14 of when they were little, she ask me if they were our kids. The things can go bye-bye and I won’t cry but the memories I do.Roy Durhamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14834208730553747847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-81095173812915479622011-07-17T17:45:28.532-07:002011-07-17T17:45:28.532-07:00I love this post - we all have our lavender robe o...I love this post - we all have our lavender robe or some such comfort. Mine is a pink robe that unfortunately has holes in the sleeves. I know it's days are numbered. It was given to me by someone special so, while I can get a new one, it won't be "the one". But I have a great imagination so I'm going to pretend it's the original. :DMari Sterling Wilburhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17232646172657479932noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-38678320006085981362011-07-17T17:39:10.580-07:002011-07-17T17:39:10.580-07:00I tend to keep little things from different times ...I tend to keep little things from different times or journeys of my life. Like the clothes that I brought my children home from the hospital in (all 5) and don't let me forget my granddaughter's first crib shoes... and there is a bulletin board that every once in a while I catch myself hanging something on it. Little things like one of those cute little gift bags, or a card, ticket stub. I realized the other day everything hung on it meant something to me. It's my treasure board, I also have a box and... I won't say more I am sure you get the picture. I have also been known to hang on to things thinking that the it will lead someone lost back into my life..Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16972739790941695481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-42947726469015135642011-07-17T16:59:38.305-07:002011-07-17T16:59:38.305-07:00Raven myth, I couldn’t begin to include all of my...Raven myth, I couldn’t begin to include all of my comforts here in a single post, but I’m with you: I’d dread parting with my quiet moments because these are what keep me sane and what maintain equipoise, which brings about clarity and decisive insight. All does seem right with the world when the smallest comforts bring us joy and peace. And gratitude for the little things is key to a life well lived.Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-76861618223111042262011-07-17T16:47:49.326-07:002011-07-17T16:47:49.326-07:00Chris, a live creature! Of course you’d be devast...Chris, a live creature! Of course you’d be devastated to lose your best live friend :) <br />And the books and the camera, they talk in their own way. Books can even sing – some can anyway. That camera is the ‘apple of your eye’as evident in your fine photography. <br /> ~ Many blessings in your work and in your live.Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-8349297510367313102011-07-17T16:40:34.921-07:002011-07-17T16:40:34.921-07:00Debra...comfort and familiarity are such a big par...Debra...comfort and familiarity are such a big part of our sense of peace. All is right with the world when we are curled up in our favourite robe, comfy slippers and favourite mug filled with our preferred coffee blend. I think that is the key...all is right with our world. Then you take one of those faithful items and have to retire it...and whoosh...topsy turvey world. I am sure we all relate. I would dread parting with my moments of quiet in the day...before the world gets too noisy. I love to crawl back into bed in the morning, with yes, my favourite mug and coffee blend...and quietly welcome the day. Love your post..it feels like Bliss...Ravenmythhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02060393548391997013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-75843296191005467502011-07-17T15:08:34.655-07:002011-07-17T15:08:34.655-07:00Creature Comforts?
Forgive me for repetition. The...Creature Comforts?<br />Forgive me for repetition. The Creature Comfort I'd be most devastated to lose is time spent w/my best friend. Any time I spend w/her is a blessing.<br /><br />My books and my camera I'd be pretty distressed to lose too. I know my creature comforts might be outside the norm but they are still EXTREMELY important to me, no less important then your favorite robe or your stuffed rabbit, Debra.<br /><br />Thanks for reminding us of the important things in our lives.<br /><br />Blessings.<br />--<br />ChrisAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-55813867857334890742011-07-17T14:30:54.356-07:002011-07-17T14:30:54.356-07:00Kristen, I wonder what inspired you to cut your lo...Kristen, I wonder what inspired you to cut your long hair…and if you cut it short then as a drastic measure, or gradually kept trimming it. On attachment and nonattachment… I often ponder these thoughts, having learned somewhere along the way that being willing to let go of anything is a huge spiritual milestone, which this verse by William Blake expresses so beautifully. <br /> <br />He who binds himself to a joy doth the winged life destroy<br />but he who kisses the joy as it flies lives in eternity’s sunrise.Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.com