tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post7180271921843801076..comments2024-03-14T05:57:19.066-07:00Comments on Pure and Simple: The Still PointDebrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comBlogger107125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-77005141563872094262012-06-25T16:42:58.617-07:002012-06-25T16:42:58.617-07:00Thank you Jane! Hugs!Thank you Jane! Hugs!Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-1995168477664371902012-06-23T05:50:45.802-07:002012-06-23T05:50:45.802-07:00Oh Love the poem!!!Oh Love the poem!!!Half-heard in the Stillnesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01840301617199033576noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-5162790185546024582012-06-20T18:21:56.290-07:002012-06-20T18:21:56.290-07:00Debra, I think the best thing would be for you to ...Debra, I think the best thing would be for you to write a post inviting readers to write about their grandmothers. They could then link up to you blog after posting their story. Linky tools is a good way for readers to link their blogs and it's free. You can invite readers to post photos of their nana's as well, along with anecdotes, stories, imparted wisdom and the like. I thought Grandparent's Day would be a nice day for this type of post but it's not till September! Hence, it's up to you to choose a date! Let me know if I can help! :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-64306434079974990152012-06-19T21:43:57.407-07:002012-06-19T21:43:57.407-07:00Girl, I thrive on internal confrontations. I do. ...Girl, I thrive on internal confrontations. I do. I like making peace with the past. But I’ve had my howling-at-the-moon moments, believe me. What we need to do is write it all down. When faced with our demons, exorcise them on paper. What do you say? Sometimes we can use our characters as scapegoats too. Yeah. That’ll work.Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-23262144412818386652012-06-19T11:24:02.952-07:002012-06-19T11:24:02.952-07:00There are always still points in a life for those...There are always still points in a life for those who have the courage to stop and take notice. Stopping takes effort because often a course action must follow and not everyone is will to take the necessary course of action. They prefer to turn the other way and avoid the internal confrontation. I've often longed to have the strength to pretend I wasn't at a still point, howled to the moon, beg the celestial beings to be light of heart and skip on down the gravel path, but no, this is not my destiny. Damn! Sigh. Strong verse, my dear.brendahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05480258485472568272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-54309508490463141042012-06-17T18:24:11.771-07:002012-06-17T18:24:11.771-07:00I’ve been following you for awhile now, and what a...I’ve been following you for awhile now, and what a pleasure! Check you later.Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-79283859408277847582012-06-17T18:22:58.244-07:002012-06-17T18:22:58.244-07:00Galen, I’ve read A Course in Miracles, but didn’t ...Galen, I’ve read A Course in Miracles, but didn’t recall the term the holy instant. Thanks so much! Hope your weekend was wonderful!Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-2631039531704929272012-06-17T14:11:58.423-07:002012-06-17T14:11:58.423-07:00PS--Now following. Look forward to reading more!PS--Now following. Look forward to reading more!Galen Pearlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10189831838630645863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-68927698905664287252012-06-17T14:09:17.003-07:002012-06-17T14:09:17.003-07:00Still point. I love that image. A Course in Mira...Still point. I love that image. A Course in Miracles calls this the holy instant. Thank you for sharing this new term and the background and symbolism of it. Lovely post.Galen Pearlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10189831838630645863noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-50173016198534403172012-06-16T09:02:46.177-07:002012-06-16T09:02:46.177-07:00Let's do it! I welcome your ideas on how to go...Let's do it! I welcome your ideas on how to go about it. When? How? I know many (as I'm sure you do) may like to join in and introduce their nana's.Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-63027452662767817612012-06-16T03:51:20.028-07:002012-06-16T03:51:20.028-07:00Debra, I think a grandmother hop is a fantastic id...Debra, I think a grandmother hop is a fantastic idea!I would be happy to collaborate! Let me know how I can help! :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-85144297926805732062012-06-15T15:09:37.584-07:002012-06-15T15:09:37.584-07:00Bella, from what I’ve read of nana’s wisdom, tidbi...Bella, from what I’ve read of nana’s wisdom, tidbits you’ve shared with your readers, no doubt you felt this way when she up and abandoned you. I think it would be a good idea sometime for us to host a hop on grandmother stories. I never knew my own grandmother, but from what I’ve learned about her from my mother’s journal, she was a spiritual gypsy. I’ve written a poem about her, and oodles of prose – about a lady I never met. <br />That high seas story was fun, but I’m afraid I lack prowess in group effects, especially composing mysteries :-(Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-77046048575104812692012-06-15T14:22:34.468-07:002012-06-15T14:22:34.468-07:00Debra, my world shifted the day my nana died. Imme...Debra, my world shifted the day my nana died. Immediately, I knew that life as I knew it had come to an end. Gone was the guidance, the wisdom, the leader I had come to follow. My moral compass had vanished and along with her, all my desire to see the good in people. My anger at her passing was unjustified. I know that now. She had lived to the ripe age of 92 and I should have been grateful for that. But I was devastated and for the first time ever, I felt abandoned. Alone and without my role model, I was forced to head in a different direction; a direction I had to carve out on my own. No longer did I have my soul mate to consult and to offer advice. I went from an army of two to an army of one, overnight. Thankfully, my faith allowed me to soldier on. Remembering her words, her life stories, her humor, I was able to carry on. Doubtful and trepadacious at first, I took my first steps. I miss nana every day, lady. Every day. And yet, I know that she is with me. Every step of the way. So while my world may have shifted, I believe it righted itself when I realized that even when our loved ones are physically gone, it doesn't mean they're not still with us. Thanks for taking part in my high seas story, lady! :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-71097630724453218372012-06-14T10:22:14.588-07:002012-06-14T10:22:14.588-07:00Monisima, yes! What amazing grace! I’m so glad yo...Monisima, yes! What amazing grace! I’m so glad you stopped by for a visit. I went over to the Philippines just now and meet your father and heard music and was blessed by your words.Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-4189532441667379372012-06-14T08:42:04.350-07:002012-06-14T08:42:04.350-07:00Yes, I was in college when I accepted Jesus Christ...Yes, I was in college when I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. That was followed by surprising grace that enabled me to change my direction in life. That was 30 some years ago and there has only been gratitude for this wonderful epiphany.Mona Sabalones Gonzalezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08713885851938549820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-5581790814937893202012-06-12T11:46:10.733-07:002012-06-12T11:46:10.733-07:00Hi Lydia! I’ve like to hear about that moment whe...Hi Lydia! I’ve like to hear about that moment when your world shifted. When did you have an “aha” moment that changed you?Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-26999644870287190852012-06-12T10:06:00.393-07:002012-06-12T10:06:00.393-07:00Wow. That was just beautiful. Yes, I know the poin...Wow. That was just beautiful. Yes, I know the points when things shifted. I wonder if that's the point God intends for me to notice, or if there was another, more subtle that He knows is the point. So interesting!<br /><br />happy seeing beautiful!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00302532079489024446noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-31328240105924325842012-06-11T10:57:31.803-07:002012-06-11T10:57:31.803-07:00Thank you!Thank you!Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-90467651493419498852012-06-11T10:03:14.868-07:002012-06-11T10:03:14.868-07:00Beautiful words and description of the " the ...Beautiful words and description of the " the still point."Farfalla Dreams ~ Lisa Marie Farfallahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15814072026273780357noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-80008800780804099322012-06-09T12:55:07.983-07:002012-06-09T12:55:07.983-07:00Leah, the Goldsboro area is where I grew up. It w...Leah, the Goldsboro area is where I grew up. It wouldn’t surprise me if our paths haven’t crossed somewhere in time. Speaking of which, no one can live entirely in the present. How can we obliterate the past or ignore the future – apart from a lobotomy ;-) And I don’t know about you, but I need memories to direct me back to the places in childhood where I was most truly myself because we learn from the past. <br />Have a wonderful time in NC. I’m now about 30 minutes north of Goldsboro in Wilson. You must have relatives and friends in Wayne County.Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-3625186637304672312012-06-09T12:41:22.313-07:002012-06-09T12:41:22.313-07:00Irene, same here. It was that U-turn from seeking...Irene, same here. It was that U-turn from seeking outward consolations, encouragement, and inspiration that changed everything. As we grow spiritually we discover the treasure in the earthen vessel. But it doesn’t happen overnight does it? We search until we find that the kingdom of God isn’t just among us, but within us. <3Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-80088359032340135782012-06-09T06:00:52.325-07:002012-06-09T06:00:52.325-07:00This post hit me right in the gut. I'm always ...This post hit me right in the gut. I'm always chiding myself about not being continually in the moment and yet I find it impossible to stay there. I'm a combination of past present and future...a caldron of everything me—forever simmering. I'd have to have a lobotomy to be able to stay in the now consistently;)<br />The poem was so sweet and yet haunting as she carried her lonely soul with her, optimistic and brave. Beautiful!<br />I am visiting Goldsboro NC. I used to live in this area but have since moved to Florida.Leah Griffithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10424758000036417506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-86462911515241062462012-06-08T21:22:18.734-07:002012-06-08T21:22:18.734-07:00Absolutely thought-provoking. And your poem is bea...Absolutely thought-provoking. And your poem is beautiful. :-)<br /><br />I am reflecting on shifts in my life... there were a lot. But I think the most vital shift was when I made the U-turn of seeking peace, happiness, and contentment within me instead of searching for them from outside sources. I realized that I needed to work on "me" and not on what is around me. It changed my perspective. And although I am still on that journey of finding those inner treasures, I feel more optimistic now than before. :-)<br /><br />Thank you, Debra, for your post made me reflect deeply. God bless <3 :-)Irenehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10328342211129410370noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-14663674493506235952012-06-08T10:31:59.946-07:002012-06-08T10:31:59.946-07:00Kriti, sending richest blessings to my far away fr...Kriti, sending richest blessings to my far away friend! In the midst of every storm, may you find a calm inner sea.Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6392676309476353391.post-54759257289391567182012-06-08T10:28:32.596-07:002012-06-08T10:28:32.596-07:00Deb, I know your life has drastically shifted duri...Deb, I know your life has drastically shifted during the past 2 years. Having lived a fairy tale life, then the collapse of a marriage, opening to love only to see it washed out to sea… Bless your heart. How have you endured these things? What has held you together dear friend? Perhaps your new life with its many creative facets has given you outlets for other passions? And then there’s the precious babygirl!Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.com