tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post4601988030577118964..comments2023-10-11T03:49:53.934-04:00Comments on The Gold Puppy: The Fisher KingReya Mellickerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-81285206670559269312012-03-15T17:38:57.606-04:002012-03-15T17:38:57.606-04:00You already see all the truths in this situation, ...You already see all the truths in this situation, Reya -- that this is a temporary feeling, that it's a reaction rooted in your childhood, and that however painful, it's a feeling with which you've learned to cope. I'm sure it still hurts, though. Sending you a hug, which is all I can do. :)Steve Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11684120060438252945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-66876554324515646882012-03-15T00:12:20.482-04:002012-03-15T00:12:20.482-04:00I'm glad you haven't taken this post down;...I'm glad you haven't taken this post down; I'm just now getting over here to catch up. Wow.<br /><br />What happens to us as children colors the rest of our lives, doesn't it. It's just one of the ingredients that makes us who we are, though. And you are so amazing; you have dealt with your past and have achieved such a deep understanding of yourself. Kudos to you.Kerryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15281288495129054688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-38509829192865162712012-03-14T14:18:43.232-04:002012-03-14T14:18:43.232-04:00This is one of the most powerful posts imaginable ...This is one of the most powerful posts imaginable -- and you see what a chord it struck with others, each with their own wounds. You truly are a healer, of not only others, but yourself as well. And aren't we here to heal ourselves and grow?Merihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07024443046207501650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-14807555766259931572012-03-13T17:44:07.678-04:002012-03-13T17:44:07.678-04:00You are loved.
By me and so many others
But that&#...You are loved.<br />By me and so many others<br />But that's a deep wound and has to heal from the inside.<br />Oxygen and light helps<br />Breathe dearest<br />Go toward the light<br />Leave the ghosts<br />Stay with the living<br />Buy kitchen linens<br />And lingerie<br />And let it slowly go.Xhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09080723494077142788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-43238989642338276172012-03-13T17:33:09.190-04:002012-03-13T17:33:09.190-04:00Yes Glenn I'll come visitYes Glenn I'll come visitReya Mellickerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-82218930168885827242012-03-13T17:19:03.922-04:002012-03-13T17:19:03.922-04:00No one is going to "drop" you here...bee...No one is going to "drop" you here...been out of pocket ...check my blog and see.. lol,, sounds like a shameless "come play with me".. but I have missed being around here. lolglnrozhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12922837344762102334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-87510232015987709752012-03-13T15:00:00.382-04:002012-03-13T15:00:00.382-04:00Mockingbirdsatmidnight - I just saw that there wil...Mockingbirdsatmidnight - I just saw that there will be the annual elephant parade tonight through DC! So your wish for me, for orcas and elephants, is going to come true - the elephant part anyway.<br /><br /><a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&oe=UTF8&msa=0&msid=101493864738846138435.0004805b3a0c377e64516" rel="nofollow">Here's a map of the parade.</a>Reya Mellickerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-28266726165558874662012-03-13T14:43:22.445-04:002012-03-13T14:43:22.445-04:00I was going to take this post down - seems whiny t...I was going to take this post down - seems whiny to me, but your comments are so beautiful!<br /><br />Orcas and flowering trees and elephants and sunshine will disperse the miasma of yesteryear!Reya Mellickerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-11937570397519403032012-03-13T14:42:24.287-04:002012-03-13T14:42:24.287-04:00Thanks for the hug, Angela, and oh Rebecca and Ell...Thanks for the hug, Angela, and oh Rebecca and Ellen, my heart goes out to you. Good lord. I don't blame anyone who takes on motherhood for the things that go wrong. These women tried their very hardest to get it right. <br /><br />And look at us. Quirky perhaps, but awesome each of us, hey? Onwards and upwards.Reya Mellickerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13076092659507965666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-58747517394609790782012-03-13T13:06:11.966-04:002012-03-13T13:06:11.966-04:00Reya, you are loved by us, your friends now. We ch...Reya, you are loved by us, your friends now. We choose our own family, don`t we, and you even have your sisters, but also so many new sisters (and brothers). I think it is right to look at our mothers with compassion (mine soothed her disappointments with alcohol). It was THEIR life, and we cannot change it. But we can look at our own lives with compassion, too! <br />Do you mind if I hug you now?Angelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06484336744673299416noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-77251680196836271002012-03-13T12:45:37.332-04:002012-03-13T12:45:37.332-04:00You have an awesome way of facing down the tough s...You have an awesome way of facing down the tough stuff. I know you'll win this round too. I just wish it didn't hurt so much!<br /><br />I think it's enlightening to look at my mom's life, now that I'm older than she was when she was raising me. No new insights, just a different feeling--the poor girl! Things were rough back then for our mothers, as shown by your story and Ellen's too. Mine was clinically depressed off and on for years.Rebecca Claytonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06494730619850791609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-22497457496845730522012-03-13T12:05:09.103-04:002012-03-13T12:05:09.103-04:00Oh I hear you, recognise that fear.........the onl...Oh I hear you, recognise that fear.........the only way I ever dealt with it was by not having friends or even aquaintances, because when I did they either moved or left the country ha ha ha, even my invisible friend left!!!<br />Well thats how it feels to me, when I let it. The rest of the time I try to rationalise and try and not feel abandoned. <br />Being left in an incubator for 3 months as soon as you are born in the fifties with no touching and being fed too much through a tube does nothing for self esteem.The Cranky Crone, she lives alone!https://www.blogger.com/profile/18008449764395110002noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-7273070427495957482012-03-13T11:52:47.398-04:002012-03-13T11:52:47.398-04:00Amazing how no matter how old we are the inner chi...Amazing how no matter how old we are the inner child in us is always there.Gaylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14764679027145746004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-30708889743556852332012-03-13T11:50:29.694-04:002012-03-13T11:50:29.694-04:00those old wounds scab over, we learn to deal with ...those old wounds scab over, we learn to deal with them but they never go away. When the nurse brought newborn me to my mother after delivery she refused me saying that I couldn't possibly be her baby because I had dark hair (she was blond). it was such a scene that they had to go fetch my father to convince her that I was indeed their baby. I was a very clingy child, my elementary school reports always remarked on that, and my mother was always pushing me away. she didn't really like children and she didn't really like to be touched. I finally had to wrap myself in armor where she was concerned, somewhere in my early teens, and we had a very cold relationship. I didn't like her and she considered me the 'mean' kid because I wouldn't cater to her selfishness. I became the mother to my kids that I wanted and have the relationship with my kids that I wanted with my mother. But there is still that hole there, that little girl that just wanted to be hugged and loved by her mom. So I totally get it.ellen abbotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00535475792150335186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-77215762340945600542012-03-13T11:08:16.190-04:002012-03-13T11:08:16.190-04:00Those old wounds given by our parents—no matter di...Those old wounds given by our parents—no matter did they mean them or not—scrape open and ache surprisingly hard. <br /><br />I hope you dream tonigh of orcas and elephants instead of pain!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2607471777855707790.post-23008750591646047462012-03-13T09:57:01.639-04:002012-03-13T09:57:01.639-04:00Just knowing that an old feeling is not helpful/pr...Just knowing that an old feeling is not helpful/productive/useful/worthy-of-current-attention is not enough to banish it to the sands of time.<br /><br />Alas.<br /><br />I hope blue skies, sunshine, and flowering trees can help you disperse the miasma of yesteryear.I need orangehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16819543886910857718noreply@blogger.com