tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post5280610905753675191..comments2023-11-25T02:52:50.396-07:00Comments on Faith in Ambiguity: Love We Don't DeserveAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-33114148620025443752013-05-02T19:48:28.447-06:002013-05-02T19:48:28.447-06:00This. I feel no pity for you. I do, however, feel ...This. I feel no pity for you. I do, however, feel lots of love and hugs for you. I also feel so much admiration for your writing, and Mike. :-)Margihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00380912871792176901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-10430007031365847642013-04-30T05:48:08.458-06:002013-04-30T05:48:08.458-06:00In the larger sense, this is so true. Thanks so mu...In the larger sense, this is so true. Thanks so much for the love. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-57258576968131918042013-04-30T01:50:38.564-06:002013-04-30T01:50:38.564-06:00Recently I am learning more of the mind-body conne...Recently I am learning more of the mind-body connection, the idea that pain is created first in our minds, even if it is so very painfully obviously physical.<br /><br />What you and Cara shared is why I started to look down this path. It is not easy, or polite, or pretty to look at, but when I am stuck in that place of... well, stuck. Help. Pain. Trauma. It is something to look at at least.<br /><br />Today I received a book called "You can heal you life" by Louise L. Hay. I have only begun to scratch the surface, but in combination with this post, it seems well timed.<br /><br />I am not sure what else to say, other than I can relate. I can relate, so, so much.Rachelhttp://rachelsketch.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-76437719088269660962013-04-30T01:44:10.555-06:002013-04-30T01:44:10.555-06:00I would wrap you up in my arms and give you a grea...I would wrap you up in my arms and give you a great big hug, a hug that tells you there is no such thing as love you don't deserve. You are you, and that is enough.<br /><br />Just ask any mother.Rachelhttp://rachelsketch.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-29749475576207387672013-04-24T09:59:07.634-06:002013-04-24T09:59:07.634-06:00Thanks. I frequently find that all I really have t...Thanks. I frequently find that all I really have to give the world is the whole truth, so I give that. If I had math skills, perhaps I wouldn't need to do this. ;)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-32479647267404847092013-04-24T09:30:41.168-06:002013-04-24T09:30:41.168-06:00You have taken such misery and made a miracle of i...You have taken such misery and made a miracle of it. And you've so bravely put it out into the world so it may help someone else--a miracle within the miracle. Thank you. Masked Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08197019009052401812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-54343435711582920622013-04-23T18:54:14.602-06:002013-04-23T18:54:14.602-06:00It is really hard on them. That role is not one I&...It is really hard on them. That role is not one I've had to take a lot, and I know that it is one that presents a lot of challenges of its own. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-77653924823313850172013-04-23T18:53:22.607-06:002013-04-23T18:53:22.607-06:00I am. I really am. There is pain, but it is not la...I am. I really am. There is pain, but it is not large enough to take over my mental space. And I am making my mental space a big larger by learning to meditate. This really seems to help the desire to smash things. I'm awfully glad you can relate. Well, that sounds bad, but I think you know what I mean. :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-17490981771482312262013-04-23T18:51:18.584-06:002013-04-23T18:51:18.584-06:00I do feel infinitely better, both physically and m...I do feel infinitely better, both physically and mentally. It always passes. It's the art of being at peace in the pain that I'm working at.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-55107692260300904752013-04-23T18:36:16.005-06:002013-04-23T18:36:16.005-06:00I admire the fact that you can describe something ...I admire the fact that you can describe something so hard in such a beautiful way. It can be difficult to let others in when they can't actually 'fix' the problem. I'm sure it's hard on them, too, wanting to help. Julie DeMillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17929034148906710834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-34933820990915192622013-04-23T16:32:39.667-06:002013-04-23T16:32:39.667-06:00You are a great writer. You just made me cry. Th...You are a great writer. You just made me cry. That blanket of sadness and the urgency of trying to change things so that I'm not overwhelmed by everything has had me all tied up in knots. But I'm so thankful that I am not compromised by pain and health issues, and I'm sorry that you are. You have such a knack for description. I hope you are feeling better.Chrysanthemamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11742105211504335294noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-21708751454968294792013-04-22T14:19:03.649-06:002013-04-22T14:19:03.649-06:00Beautiful, darling. I will reach out with a hug th...Beautiful, darling. I will reach out with a hug through these tubes always. Not the same as the "always-warmer caramel flesh", but it's there, you know.TangledLouhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04771682524596744447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-89532980164348841332013-04-22T10:51:16.472-06:002013-04-22T10:51:16.472-06:00Cara, you have so perfectly expressed exactly why ...Cara, you have so perfectly expressed exactly why it is that I try so hard to find a way to connect in the middle of that place. It's exactly because I FEEL like withdrawing and hiding and because I FEEL like I don't know how to begin to ask for what I need but still manage to resent not getting it that I am pushing myself now to try somehow to communicate. I have found that somehow I will always manage to shatter at just the wrong time if I haven't found a way to take care of myself and I am still sorting out what kinds of care can be provided by my mate and what parts by friends and what part only the stillness of my heart. Thank you so much for sharing. I think I wrote this for you. I posted it for whomever needed it to hear it, despite the fact that it was ugly and made me look broken and sad, and I'm so glad someone did.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-89754632300619485222013-04-22T10:46:17.284-06:002013-04-22T10:46:17.284-06:00I think you are right, ultimately, and that this i...I think you are right, ultimately, and that this is a lesson I keep learning time and again. No one CAN be in the pain but the person in it. And at the same time, there is some kind of enormous comfort that is provided by that moment of connection in the midst of pain, and learning to ask for that in a responsible way is something I am still endeavoring to learn. I am tremendously grateful to my husband for going at least 9/10 of the way to meet me while I try.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-76208076623277971492013-04-22T04:38:31.261-06:002013-04-22T04:38:31.261-06:00I read this and cried. Not because of the daily ag...I read this and cried. Not because of the daily agony you go through living with chronic pain, although I do feel that pain, that rage and that frustration, but more because of the terrible all-encompassing loneliness that comes with it. The cage of pain is small and the void it's in is so vast and so black. It is a terrifyingly lonely place to be. *hugs*<br /><br />I admire your ability to write it down and your strength to show it to your husband. <br /><br />I tend to trudge through the day, doing a bare minimum of what needs doing, shut down and just go to bed with the pain and the loneliness bottled up inside me, until the worst is over and the pain receding back to a point where I can better cope with it and the rest of the world. <br /><br />I build walls without doors, or windows in them, making it impossible for anyone to come inside. When the walls crumble, crack and eventually tumble down, the results are ugly. If I wasn't depressed earlier, I most certainly am afterwards. <br /><br />I need to work on communicating better. I remember some years ago we were dealing with some issues where so many emotions and feelings were involved, I sat down and wrote him a letter in pure desperation. The following discussion went better than I had dared to even hope for. I should use this approach more often. <br /><br />We all need to have access to that kind of love.<br />ramblings of the cold northhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16460733768132459536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-60288851107098157712013-04-21T20:18:54.976-06:002013-04-21T20:18:54.976-06:00I go through depressions, and I find the same thin...I go through depressions, and I find the same thing: It sort of sneaks up on me, and one day I realize that I've really been in the midst of a battle.<br /><br />I don't think anyone else can really be in that battle with you. Other people can lighten the load a little, but they can't REALLY join you there.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16323871207793126503noreply@blogger.com