tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825214276791029565.post6930395208368025991..comments2023-10-14T06:37:22.138-07:00Comments on Marinik's Journey : the unstable path...Mari Mansourianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06003885344370531557noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825214276791029565.post-25064085254339021252010-03-20T01:26:19.762-07:002010-03-20T01:26:19.762-07:00Hi Marin :)
I have faith in you too. It's be...Hi Marin :)<br /><br />I have faith in you too. It's been so long, we really need to get together. It'd been a while since I'd read your blog, and just wanted to go back and read everything...everything you described here makes so much sense when it's read with the heart. Sending you my love,<br />NairyAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825214276791029565.post-52859685197364223072010-02-05T09:17:14.145-08:002010-02-05T09:17:14.145-08:00from one mother to another... i allow your words t...from one mother to another... i allow your words to seep into me, about your children. <br />i send you love... all the love, you can hold. <br />xoxochristinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15541888793748453425noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825214276791029565.post-39836650407791908652010-02-02T13:03:14.626-08:002010-02-02T13:03:14.626-08:00My heart is aching for you today. I read this earl...My heart is aching for you today. I read this early this morning, and it keeps coming back to me. I have no words. But just know that their someone here in Utah praying for you today.JoLynhttp://www.ayearofhappy.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825214276791029565.post-11477440178252256792010-02-02T07:00:19.432-08:002010-02-02T07:00:19.432-08:00oh love. sending lots of positive vibes and light...oh love. sending lots of positive vibes and light your way. prayers sent up.SE'LAH...https://www.blogger.com/profile/16108031333928082540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825214276791029565.post-35209126937532308672010-02-01T17:03:41.565-08:002010-02-01T17:03:41.565-08:00Hi, I am writing from what I have seen my Mom go t...Hi, I am writing from what I have seen my Mom go through. There is no right or wrong, or how you should be feeling, other than to just feel. cry when you need to, scream if you must, I believe it is all a process and someday I think you will be surprised at your own strength! My thoughts and prayers are with you.Cindy https://www.blogger.com/profile/03552572705763406197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825214276791029565.post-38969322551980654412010-02-01T13:03:37.764-08:002010-02-01T13:03:37.764-08:00i absolutely relate to what you are saying. Peace ...i absolutely relate to what you are saying. Peace and strength to you my dear marinik! xo kittyKittyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15308101220891195220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825214276791029565.post-64332176936008791922010-02-01T13:02:10.198-08:002010-02-01T13:02:10.198-08:00Mari, I wrote 3 whole paragraphs then quickly real...Mari, I wrote 3 whole paragraphs then quickly realized the futility of it all (writing is a therapy for me too). Also it seems so presumptions of me to advice someone else in those delicate and personal matters with which I am dealing as well. (yeghung unes gluxet kori) I don’t like it when people advising me. However I love it when they are openly sharing their hearts with me because that’s when I heal and help the other heal. So, I am writing here by talking to myself. This is as much for me as it is a response to your blog entry.<br /><br />Just watch your thoughts and don’t let them take you into a vicious cycle. At times like this it all seems futile, and it indeed is, but deep down where you’re alone lies your strength. Being alone does not equal to being lonely. The first thing that came to mind when I ready the following sentence “…because when you do turn your attention inward, the pain is overwhelming and can consume you if you let it..." was, “go ahead, Let It.” Let it consume you all the way. Do not resist do not be afraid and see what happens. Sometimes I can’t believe my stupidity when I observe my thought patterns and the process of wasting my precious moments on them. I am aware of my thoughts and they know it :) otherwise they will get the best of me (and they sometimes do). <br /><br />In the space which thought creates around itself, there is no love. This space divides man from man, and in it is all the becoming, the battle of life, the agony and fear. Meditation is the ending of this space, the ending of the me. The meditation is the hug you described and the description of it as well. The meditation is to cry even if it’s in a middle of a wedding. You’re not doing anything against the nature. It’s natural when you let it and be at peace with what you’re feeling. The suppressing of it it is the unnatural. You don’t need to make progress at all. You are fine where you are and will never be better because there is no such thing as better. It is what it is and either it’s the best or it’s not. No one is asking you or me or anyone else what they want. One day we’re ok the next day we’re not and yet the next day we couldn’t be any better and one day we die. This is life as I know it and I Love it. Appreciate the pain you’re feeling and the grief you’re feeling and it will end. Own them. They’re yours. It’s difficult to believe but we can get addicted to the feeling of being grief stricken, sad, lonely, etc. I too tear up unpredictably but my tears and the vulnerability give me tremendous strength and will and zest for what is, for life.<br /><br />Well, I still ended up with 3 paragraphs. Had I known it I would have sent you the first one :)Edmond Keshishyan Photographyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00427391344886332976noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5825214276791029565.post-40925746978283511742010-02-01T12:54:27.183-08:002010-02-01T12:54:27.183-08:00Hi Love.
What all this cycling is doing is putti...Hi Love. <br /><br />What all this cycling is doing is putting distance from the event. and with distance comes a certain emotional memory loss. I know it may sound a bit heartless. But its what happens to us humans. The more time passes the more our wound scabs over and the pain that was there becomes just a bit more dull. <br /><br />Keep cycling baby and remember Im always here.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com