tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375959952235572327.post857143141290216400..comments2012-01-19T10:34:12.008-05:00Comments on Lingerings...West of the Moon and East of the Sun: Off the ShelfPandora's Floathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12305054685233470295noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375959952235572327.post-41062854287093220492012-01-01T21:55:26.271-05:002012-01-01T21:55:26.271-05:00Oh yes, Hollie--just as Eliot sums it up..."a...Oh yes, Hollie--just as Eliot sums it up..."and we drown". That is our lifelong project, to know and understand those happenings in our lives in which we drown. I feel we glean a clearer understanding of them through grace and must have ample courage to know (or own) them. Thus, the poem "Invictus" has stayed on my mind of late. Grace and courage in 2012.<br /><br />My life has been consumed recently, not nearly enough time for my inner voice. I'm drawing a bit from your opportunity. Thanks!<br /><br />I'm so hoping and planning to spend more time with me during 2012, write more and post more here.<br /><br />I cherish your friendship and support.Pandora's Floathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12305054685233470295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375959952235572327.post-19396549267951715492011-12-09T10:48:55.599-05:002011-12-09T10:48:55.599-05:00"Then there’s the ability to see through what..."Then there’s the ability to see through what matters and to let go of what doesn’t matter. Personal growth, possible change and improvement. To live, to love, to enjoy, to feel the hearts of others."<br /><br />I love that.<br /><br />It's funny that you write about this lifelong project of knowing yourself, because this has been heavy on my mind lately as well. Actually, maybe it's not that funny. We both, I believe, have this sometimes annoying tendency to HAVE to understand which is probably why we were brought together in this journey.<br /><br />I have found myself reading and re-reading "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" over and over again these past few weeks. This is a poem that I read weekly, if not daily when I was in college and in many ways I feel like this poem knows me better than I know myself. It's as if there's a hint hidden in it somewhere about who I really am. When I step away from this poem, I feel both disturbed and uplifted by what I have learned about myself. Disturbed because it's not always pretty and uplifted because at least I am TRYING to get to a place where the women who come and go talking of Michelangelo will never get to and won't even realize that they never got there because they don't even realize that such a place exists.<br /><br />I think this is hitting me now, because I finally have some time throughout the day that isn't bombarded with incessant chatter (internal and external) that comes from having small children and I am able to hear my inner voice again and find my place in where life has led me at this particular moment in time.<br /><br />It's exhausting and tedious, but worth it in the end.<br /><br />Anyway, kind of rambling and random, but just wanted to share a bit from my parallel quest.Hollie Sessomshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15718819134818690216noreply@blogger.com