tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post1015970807108365662..comments2023-12-30T17:31:11.883+00:00Comments on The Solitary Walker: Building LifeThe Solitary Walkerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11284354541952038339noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-28132775862215218482012-05-21T12:40:07.048+01:002012-05-21T12:40:07.048+01:00Today is Victoria day in Canada, i have been in fr...Today is Victoria day in Canada, i have been in front of this keyboard since crack of dawn and was pleasantly surprised by a stroll out of the front door to see the Peony, Rhodenrdron and Irises in bloom, of Mother who planted them. patiently patiently too must i tend to the fragments of my years that have flowed under my rickety bridges,<br />and hope to show you soon a photo or two of what this summer brings = meegwetchhuo c jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15899560277500551007noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-88751833902263954012012-05-08T06:22:56.834+01:002012-05-08T06:22:56.834+01:00Nice poem . . . though the current agonies of buil...Nice poem . . . though the current agonies of builder's back and builder's knees around my house right now make this seem a romantic view indeed! But there is something satisfying and fortifying about hard physical work with tangible results.Laurelhttp://www.theforestgarden.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-68720777464499456652012-04-27T17:28:48.007+01:002012-04-27T17:28:48.007+01:00Thanks everyone for your comments! I do so appreci...Thanks everyone for your comments! I do so appreciate them.The Solitary Walkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11284354541952038339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-69339318240549304972012-04-20T10:44:53.677+01:002012-04-20T10:44:53.677+01:00... and so say I, Susan!... and so say I, Susan!Caroline Gillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05203454486693014969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-9033674557864692192012-04-19T22:38:58.300+01:002012-04-19T22:38:58.300+01:00Now that is one fantastic extended metaphor!Now that is one fantastic extended metaphor!Susan Scheidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09250142489341777926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-77869067278725679972012-04-19T01:00:16.836+01:002012-04-19T01:00:16.836+01:00I like this very much. Thanks for posting it.
&q...I like this very much. Thanks for posting it.<br /><br />"... Till I am safe and whole and new."amhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-30750702490615374492012-04-18T12:19:08.256+01:002012-04-18T12:19:08.256+01:00Quite wonderful, Robert! It is often difficult, h...Quite wonderful, Robert! It is often difficult, however, to find the patience and expertise to complete that noble project of becoming "safe and whole and new." Build on, my friend, build on! Otherwise, we are left with nothing relentless degeneration.Georgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03959953035812596907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-73907779954127011012012-04-18T12:09:28.859+01:002012-04-18T12:09:28.859+01:00Oh whaoou SW you are amazing !
Filling up the cr...Oh whaoou SW you are amazing ! <br /><br /><i>Filling up the cracks<br />Of the mind with silver sand;<br />Cementing like a jigsaw of pavers<br />The pieces of a ravaged heart;<br /><br />Patiently, expertly laying<br />Random, discoloured bricks<br />Of love and joy, hope and desire,<br />Till you are safe and whole and new.</i><br /><br />What resonant words for me these days...Mikenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319797996494487653.post-29720190786849694702012-04-18T11:57:08.546+01:002012-04-18T11:57:08.546+01:00This is a lovely vision, Robert, excavated from yo...This is a lovely vision, Robert, excavated from your patio project. It really is extraordinary what we can create out of the broken pieces of life. I've always thought that quilts are a strange art form in a similar way, sewing scraps together into a new fabric. Wonderful poem, I especially love <i>Filling up the cracks / Of the mind with silver sand . . . </i>Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.com