tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732975.post2065402483211450944..comments2024-01-17T04:05:54.079-05:00Comments on my life's journey: Paradise You Can OwnGailNHBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11632210289246687829noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732975.post-72735109855358950312008-07-15T20:32:00.000-04:002008-07-15T20:32:00.000-04:00I meant to say image isn't everything. It's weird ...I meant to say image isn't everything. It's weird how you can write something and it gnaws at you all day (like my error here!).Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16706134799870107518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732975.post-35046303872042824632008-07-15T07:48:00.000-04:002008-07-15T07:48:00.000-04:00I wish I could be there in SF at Blogher. It's too...I wish I could be there in SF at Blogher. <BR/><BR/>It's too bad our kids buy into this more, bigger, and better thing. Me? I crave a small home in a small community where people are not prejudiced and image is everything.Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16706134799870107518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732975.post-65841074462359231822008-07-15T00:10:00.000-04:002008-07-15T00:10:00.000-04:00i will dance here, on my own doorsteps and pathway...i will dance here, on my own doorsteps and pathways, de-constructing the mischief and lies that our culture suggests are integral to our identity.jmgbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11921190803931475550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732975.post-36570963225400535002008-07-14T07:00:00.000-04:002008-07-14T07:00:00.000-04:00Laurie, the words will come. Perhaps from the mids...Laurie, the words will come. Perhaps from the midst of the emptiness will flow a stream of words you do not expect. <BR/><BR/>Karen, thank you for that lesson in Old Persian. Yes, it is true and obvious. All that I need and desire is right here, right now. I just want to seek "it" elsewhere, whatever it is.GailNHBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11632210289246687829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732975.post-6132294364034634952008-07-13T23:10:00.000-04:002008-07-13T23:10:00.000-04:00It might tickle you to know that in Old Persian, t...It might tickle you to know that in Old Persian, the word "paradise" originated to mean a walled garden or compound. Today we might recognize this as our own backyard. The paradise we can never find is the one in our own backyard. We already live in paradise, we already own it, we just don't notice it. Words can be so rich with obvious truth and wisdom, don't you find?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8732975.post-23350920749352297442008-07-13T22:56:00.000-04:002008-07-13T22:56:00.000-04:00Gail, your writing never ceases to give me a smile...Gail, your writing never ceases to give me a smile, a warm fuzzy feeling and sense of peace. I love the way you write. I haven't written on my blog lately. Can't find the words - too much emptiness in my heart right now. But I derive great joy in reading about yours. Until we meet some day...<BR/>forever,<BR/>LaurieLauriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12879965719102260886noreply@blogger.com