http://thewildblues.com A home for the heart Mon, 30 May 2011 18:44:36 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 http://thewildblues.com/86/dipped-in-honey/comment-page-1/#comment-148 Miri Mon, 30 May 2011 18:44:36 +0000 http://thewildblues.com/?p=86#comment-148 Love it! Love it!

]]> http://thewildblues.com/66/passports/comment-page-1/#comment-59 Shareen Mon, 18 Oct 2010 04:49:25 +0000 http://thewildblues.com/?p=66#comment-59 The Wild Blues is stunning. Your writing has grown so much, or so it seems, one who has known you all these years. I appreciate the gift of your blog, and I imagine other readers do as well. These are the kinds of things that inspire me to write my own thoughts, in poems or a journal to be read years from now by my grandchildren. I hope they are creating their own passports, so that they can someday find a place on the map of their own, where they can enter into the talk that so many of us have found and who some now take for granted. It wasn't always so. /sk The Wild Blues is stunning. Your writing has grown so much, or so it seems, one who has known you all these years. I appreciate the gift of your blog, and I imagine other readers do as well. These are the kinds of things that inspire me to write my own thoughts, in poems or a journal to be read years from now by my grandchildren. I hope they are creating their own passports, so that they can someday find a place on the map of their own, where they can enter into the talk that so many of us have found and who some now take for granted. It wasn’t always so.
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]]> http://thewildblues.com/17/hiroshige%e2%80%99s-dream/comment-page-1/#comment-58 Amy Mon, 18 Oct 2010 03:42:17 +0000 http://thewildblues.com/?p=17#comment-58 I saw the print today at the Norton Simon, for the second time -- it pulled me back to the museum and while my friends walked through the exhibit I scribbled in my notebook about the foxes. Later, that afternoon I sat with my grandmother for an hour while she slips slowly away without pain and then drove home and sat with my mother who is never without physical pain. With me the whole time was the image of the foxes, the wisps of fire, the tree, and the knowledge that I would write tonight about the thread that ties me to my mother and grandmother. While Googling I found this poem, this site, these words and I simply wanted to say thank you. I saw the print today at the Norton Simon, for the second time — it pulled me back to the museum and while my friends walked through the exhibit I scribbled in my notebook about the foxes. Later, that afternoon I sat with my grandmother for an hour while she slips slowly away without pain and then drove home and sat with my mother who is never without physical pain. With me the whole time was the image of the foxes, the wisps of fire, the tree, and the knowledge that I would write tonight about the thread that ties me to my mother and grandmother. While Googling I found this poem, this site, these words and I simply wanted to say thank you.

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