tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post68618333134479789..comments2023-10-01T10:27:21.384-04:00Comments on the art of grief: alone on my island ~ a poem to comfort meabandonedsoulshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06020499806998154330noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-77575582434499685822012-04-27T15:08:07.252-04:002012-04-27T15:08:07.252-04:00I too lost , 11/21/2009 , grieve and believe that ...I too lost , 11/21/2009 , grieve and believe that the soul of a love past, is more present than ever before. The ocean is a place of peace, amidst the deafening roar, we hear two hearts beating as one. Peace be your journey.MistaiBlueWolfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06425190055382696136noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-57719300108984502222010-03-02T12:11:55.768-05:002010-03-02T12:11:55.768-05:00"My heart will always be in a cottage by the ..."My heart will always be in a cottage by the sea," is printed on my favorite coffee mug. I totally and completely understand your poem.Judyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03399435237919718544noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-61536774369582806262010-03-02T07:52:40.016-05:002010-03-02T07:52:40.016-05:00to all, thank you. if i had the wherewithal, when...to all, thank you. if i had the wherewithal, whenever that would be, no matter my age, i would move back to the ocean in a heartbeat. if i could ever afford it, i would also be more autonomous. i am used to my solitary existence so going to live by the ocean, even knowing i would be alone, would not be difficult. my children are adults and would come to me. i would choose an island, like Tybee in GA., in between the two of them. like Henry Beston, Rachel Carson, and Sylvia Earle, i can find solace at the ocean's edge.abandonedsoulshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06020499806998154330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-2933354082311224342010-03-02T00:02:09.322-05:002010-03-02T00:02:09.322-05:00This is a heavenly place you describe, with a peac...This is a heavenly place you describe, with a peaceful state of mind. Your words are filled with consolation. It's so clear why you miss the sea.<br /><br />Love. DanDanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02218009891182171803noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-36081732846688008482010-03-01T23:34:19.652-05:002010-03-01T23:34:19.652-05:00I know how much you can miss a location. I resist...I know how much you can miss a location. I resisted relocating twice now because of the love I have for this community I have resided in my entire life and cannot imagine having to deal with that loss on top of all the others. I feel for you and the longing you have for all that you left behind when you moved.Widow in the Middlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01598249263166943162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580898742645753422.post-3259824781033322872010-03-01T21:50:38.666-05:002010-03-01T21:50:38.666-05:00I love your poem. Do you think you should look in...I love your poem. Do you think you should look into the possibility of moving back to the ocean? The sea can be a soothing place, but so can living near family. It is a difficult decision. I know, because I struggle with that decision too. <br /><br />Wishing you peace. Love DebDebbiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13743446066024389563noreply@blogger.com