tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post8676000740146386691..comments2023-11-25T02:52:50.396-07:00Comments on Faith in Ambiguity: It All Comes From What Died Before.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-5382355413773097072012-03-31T15:25:00.617-06:002012-03-31T15:25:00.617-06:00There is so very much to adore and ponder over her...There is so very much to adore and ponder over here. Fantastic job.Masked Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08197019009052401812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-1436976440593808252012-03-25T10:13:26.143-06:002012-03-25T10:13:26.143-06:00This is a beautiful piece of writing, Tara! So ver...This is a beautiful piece of writing, Tara! So very much to think about. Thank you.Laurel Reganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11079543672259009526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-75176422981393228452012-03-25T08:47:25.364-06:002012-03-25T08:47:25.364-06:00Thanks very much, Elizabeth. I am glad to be found...Thanks very much, Elizabeth. I am glad to be found. And, by the way, I totally don't get the Kardashians either. :)<br />http://faithinambiguity.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-these-neck-ridges-make-me-look-fat.htmlAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-67312024281902862342012-03-24T12:41:24.078-06:002012-03-24T12:41:24.078-06:00Wonderful, again. I'm so glad I've found y...Wonderful, again. I'm so glad I've found your blog. :)Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10173270765649283088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-24993193840031094642012-03-24T06:55:27.766-06:002012-03-24T06:55:27.766-06:00Thank you very much, Jewels. I love the comments a...Thank you very much, Jewels. I love the comments as much as the writing–well ALMOST as much. <br /><br />I think anyone I enjoy reading sort of seeps into my bones. I read Pilgrim at Tinker Creek over and over in college and my professor then commented, on a paper, that I sounded like Annie Dillard. I have been told I write like the Bloggess (when I write humor), but it is probably because I enjoy her so much. I love Kurt Vonnegut and his line "So it goes." kept working its way into the end of paragraphs and sitting down like a patient Saint Bernard who wouldn't move, so I left it there. <br /><br />I read Tangled Lou and I consider her a friend, so I think she has made me a better writer by adding her distinctive turn of phrase into my mental lexicon. What, I think, makes this post so much like her that my husband commented on it is that she is brilliant at searching the full scope of metaphor within a seemingly ordinary thing, which was sort of what I was doing here. Anyway, I have decided that I am profoundly honored by the compliment. http://peripheralimages.blogspot.com/ Here's her blog, in case you are one of my readers who is not familiar with her but enjoys looking through comment threads. :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-72870301945458880292012-03-24T06:46:41.912-06:002012-03-24T06:46:41.912-06:00Wow! To be well-suited to a Tori Amos soundtrack i...Wow! To be well-suited to a Tori Amos soundtrack is a compliment indeed. Perhaps it is the years and years I have spent listening to Tori Amos that makes this so pleasing. :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-30265561485785810992012-03-24T02:16:00.675-06:002012-03-24T02:16:00.675-06:00I was listening to "Little Earthquakes,"...I was listening to "Little Earthquakes," by Tori Amos as I read your post. It fit perfectly.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-7485391987586592922012-03-23T17:52:11.469-06:002012-03-23T17:52:11.469-06:00I'm moved beyond words. So great!I'm moved beyond words. So great!Rick Gordonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04581445571836108793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-32651942020760182552012-03-23T16:10:23.015-06:002012-03-23T16:10:23.015-06:00Beautifully profound and moving. It's so wonde...Beautifully profound and moving. It's so wonderful, this internet-thing, that allows us to share our thoughts. I love reading other people's writing, the way they find connections and then weave them in such lovely ways. This did remind me a bit of Tangledlou,(said as the highest compliment to both of you) but it is also very you.Julie DeMillehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17929034148906710834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-32084780987857497902012-03-23T14:18:15.479-06:002012-03-23T14:18:15.479-06:00What an odd thing to say. It sounds 100% like you ...What an odd thing to say. It sounds 100% like you and it's gorgeous. I don't write emails that are that beautiful. Our forthcoming book will attest to that! ;)TangledLouhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04771682524596744447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-69126446064067432602012-03-23T12:44:34.610-06:002012-03-23T12:44:34.610-06:00"Because I have failed and not forgotten, I h..."Because I have failed and not forgotten, I have humility in my roots, nourishing the leaves and flowers I dare to put forth anew.<br /><br />I am not better than I was. I am just a product of the power of sunlight and water put to organic matter. I am proof that humanity always moves, transforms, wakens, alters, when we make full use of ourselves. " <br />This was truly lovely. What a moving post.cdnkarohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12300104667616840616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-20509772480624855402012-03-23T06:58:48.021-06:002012-03-23T06:58:48.021-06:00Thanks. I felt especially proud of this one, as if...Thanks. I felt especially proud of this one, as if I had given birth to a though that had been gestating for a long time, wanting to be said. :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-56317879666073031542012-03-23T06:57:41.667-06:002012-03-23T06:57:41.667-06:00My husband commented that it sounded as if it was ...My husband commented that it sounded as if it was written by you, Suzanne, which annoyed me vaguely for a moment (because of jealousy for my identity or something) before flattering me greatly. But it is fitting because the first paragraph started as an email response to you about what I had been doing all day, when you asked on Wednesday, so I think your beautiful writing seeped into my consciousness somehow. :)So M's comments is more apropos than she knew.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08644569152748119356noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-89490436168794235542012-03-22T18:17:18.277-06:002012-03-22T18:17:18.277-06:00Beautiful words beget beautiful words.Beautiful words beget beautiful words.Margihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00380912871792176901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-59734871861332659072012-03-22T18:16:49.410-06:002012-03-22T18:16:49.410-06:00Wow. I don't know that I have anything to cont...Wow. I don't know that I have anything to contribute. But, of course, comments aren't always about contributing to the writer's work. (psst ... that means you're a writer, even if my comment engine booted you out) Comments, sometimes, are simply meant to be a bit more sunlight and water for the organic matter.<br /><br />"I am not better than I was. I am just a product of the power of sunlight and water put to organic matter. I am proof that humanity always moves, transforms, wakens, alters, when we make full use of ourselves." Love.Margihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00380912871792176901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209692386668184870.post-84055571757031822012012-03-22T17:26:09.237-06:002012-03-22T17:26:09.237-06:00I have no words. This is just gorgeous. Crying a l...I have no words. This is just gorgeous. Crying a little. "Because I have failed and not forgotten, I have humility in my roots..." perfect and true.<br />With such rich soil, you have no choice but to grow. I will snip your blooms and keep them in a vase in the sunshine where I can see them.TangledLouhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04771682524596744447noreply@blogger.com