tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078324787471983933.post9011261379418832648..comments2024-02-16T19:50:32.317-05:00Comments on Lynda Grace An Hour Away: And That's Why I Bloglyndagracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13530605081989558341noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078324787471983933.post-41294669884864453262012-01-31T09:45:43.835-05:002012-01-31T09:45:43.835-05:00Yes, sometimes my self talks are like listening to...Yes, sometimes my self talks are like listening to a broken record. The same phrases over and over. Writing about those thoughts and feelings kind of put them to rest for just a little while.LyndaGracenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078324787471983933.post-13253194711864064052012-01-31T09:42:34.718-05:002012-01-31T09:42:34.718-05:00 I sometimes foolishly suffer from delusions of gr... I sometimes foolishly suffer from delusions of grandeur. You know, ahh, my readership, my audience. <br />Kind of silly, heh? Yes, most of last night's post was strictly for me. But why not write those thoughts down on a piece of paper to be hidden or thrown away? <br /> I know that my writing has helped me to recognize and identify my feelings. But your comment made me realize something that I had not thought of. Sharing on such a personal level has also helped me to recognize and identify with the feelings of others.LyndaGracenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078324787471983933.post-84466872658832356792012-01-31T09:10:46.958-05:002012-01-31T09:10:46.958-05:00Thank you. And I do believe that is just what my ...Thank you. And I do believe that is just what my heart must look like right now. LyndaGracenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078324787471983933.post-65565140664965873582012-01-31T08:17:29.170-05:002012-01-31T08:17:29.170-05:00Writing is truly magic in the way that it can lead...Writing is truly magic in the way that it can lead us through our thoughts and feelings in a way that nothing (or little) else can. I have lost track of the number of "talks" like this I have had with myself. At the end of which, things make the tiniest bit more sense than when I started and that tiny bit makes all the difference some days. Thanks for sharing with us all, as always. masked_momnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078324787471983933.post-1594695848465693312012-01-31T07:33:00.723-05:002012-01-31T07:33:00.723-05:00Yes, it has taken me a while to be able to set asi...Yes, it has taken me a while to be able to set aside feelings of conflict when I post sad pieces. I began to post, simply as a means of expressing myself more completely, with no thought as to whom it was that might read it. If a tree falls in the forest, and no one is there, does it make a noise?<br /><br />Now I have to debate with myself whether or not to post something that is likely to sadden the reader, and I lose the debate every time to the philosophy that no one has to read more than a sentence or two, before moving on to brighter posts. My feelings are in no way, shape or form, hurt. That is a given. I cannot produce warm and fuzzy, when my soul is aching. By the same token, I am much more expansive in my ability to empathize. And according to my scoresheet, Lynda, you still have the tougher climb. Just maybe, not as steep as it was a few scant weeks ago. Maybe yes, maybe no, could be just, maybe so.Mark O'Neillhttp://markyswrite.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1078324787471983933.post-82803004379495135962012-01-30T22:39:58.612-05:002012-01-30T22:39:58.612-05:00My heart is broken for your heart.My heart is broken for your heart.sebtown294noreply@blogger.com