tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post1261413683800382256..comments2023-12-27T08:47:46.468-05:00Comments on Irish Gumbo: This Is Not My Beautiful HouseIrish Gumbohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07386134334156997186noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-25832778731950051752010-03-18T22:10:43.365-04:002010-03-18T22:10:43.365-04:00It sounds like a lot of nostalgia and some grief o...It sounds like a lot of nostalgia and some grief over the loss of the relationship which is represented by the house. I'm sorry.Sydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05642843245634635843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-6567229142149369392010-03-15T02:24:26.325-04:002010-03-15T02:24:26.325-04:00Hey ... you know ... it's nearly spring. Time...Hey ... you know ... it's nearly spring. Time to replant those roots, get them good and locked in. Hey hey hey ... they are locked in, to the wee lass. Home is where the heart is right, so your home is with her ... where you hang your hat is just ... where you hang your hat. <br /><br />brightest blessings!SweetPeaSurryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17193034370248526025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-36962384220096138802010-03-13T22:06:04.963-05:002010-03-13T22:06:04.963-05:00After the suppressed hurricane of emotions we guar...After the suppressed hurricane of emotions we guard so dearly (until we can better deal) comes a moment of awakening, of clarity -- that moment when we unknowingly let our guard down and finally grasp what happened lo those ten months ago. I think that's our mind's way of self-protection. You can handle the reality better now than you would have back then. And you'll get past it. And Wee Lass will always be there for you, as you are there for her. THAT is where your home is.<br /><br />And so life goes on. <br /><br />BIG HUGS.<br />KimberFragrant Liarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09452052210826471034noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-25717530723398103642010-03-13T20:27:56.721-05:002010-03-13T20:27:56.721-05:00This too, shall pass.This too, shall pass.Jon Daytonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17249074125721849866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-26606566170187067282010-03-13T16:58:41.200-05:002010-03-13T16:58:41.200-05:00Gumby...think of it this way. To Wee Lass, she now...Gumby...think of it this way. To Wee Lass, she now has two homes. This is a win/win for her... because she is loved in BOTH places. <br /><br />Your home is where YOU are silly boy. <br /><br />love ya~<br />Sweet Cheeks<br />=]Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-2973659084349936802010-03-13T16:35:08.101-05:002010-03-13T16:35:08.101-05:00I have very simliar thoughts to these occurring wi...I have very simliar thoughts to these occurring within my own personal life right now Irish.<br />Bricks and mortar can so easily tear at the soul.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-12589284499719715522010-03-13T13:23:37.486-05:002010-03-13T13:23:37.486-05:00You've still got beer in the fridge, right?You've still got beer in the fridge, right?Captain Dumbasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02214826608461609241noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-50710833231099595072010-03-13T12:11:05.995-05:002010-03-13T12:11:05.995-05:00What Annotated Margins and Jan/jpooh said.
They&#...What Annotated Margins and Jan/jpooh said.<br /><br />They're right...and all deep 'n stuff.<br /><br />Time heals and changes perspective. I promise.<br /><br />That said, this was an honest, beautifully written post.<br />Thank you for sharing.<br /><br />Love,<br />LolaLola Sharphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14394765053485642935noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-80160666845295294972010-03-13T11:16:49.186-05:002010-03-13T11:16:49.186-05:00Irish, how long had it not been your beautiful hou...Irish, how long had it not been your beautiful house <i>before</i> you moved out?<br /><br />You'll take root again. Trust me.<br /><br />JanfromtheSushiBarAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-11563457593182625972010-03-13T10:29:11.585-05:002010-03-13T10:29:11.585-05:00I remember those nomad years. You'll have to m...I remember those nomad years. You'll have to make yourself a lot of different safe havens until you get a more permament residence. One day you'll be in a place for a few years, and realize that your nomad years are over... <br />hang in there.cheatymoonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06328903955238115971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-26657157731005193752010-03-13T10:01:32.092-05:002010-03-13T10:01:32.092-05:00You have described perfectly the feelings of isola...You have described perfectly the feelings of isolation after divorce. <br />You may be floating, flying, spinning away, but the Wee Lass is your tether, your grounding.shabby girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03991126161405336712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-4626255315237053572010-03-13T09:52:20.725-05:002010-03-13T09:52:20.725-05:00That house was once your home. The shift of realiz...That house was once your home. The shift of realization that is no longer the safe harbor you once knew is devestating. <br /><br />But even though the new house where you hang your hat isn't all that you want it to be, you will eventually again find the home you need. Until then, breathe through everyday and make new memories with the Wee Lass.<br /><br />Children are the balm for the soul.Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08342109839956458589noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-73805236201964477562010-03-13T08:20:21.451-05:002010-03-13T08:20:21.451-05:00When you moving, Kevin?When you moving, Kevin?♥ Brajahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07693196044262677095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-59856219527012494402010-03-13T06:55:15.954-05:002010-03-13T06:55:15.954-05:00But, someday, there will be a house that is your h...But, someday, there will be a house that is your home, to which you will welcome Wee Lass.<br /><br />And we'll be there with you when you find it.Jeanne Estridgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13096521122802823385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-71289253849469249902010-03-13T04:17:40.248-05:002010-03-13T04:17:40.248-05:00A beautiful, raw post. There are other songs that ...A beautiful, raw post. There are other songs that tell other stories. *Cyber hug*PurestGreenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10860331983741242940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-81655342849826944922010-03-13T03:28:52.630-05:002010-03-13T03:28:52.630-05:00Hi I understand it can get really tough sometimes....Hi I understand it can get really tough sometimes. I too live away from home at the moment and wish it was not so desperately, at times. <br />I too am thankful of having a roof over my head even though we do tend to take these things for granted sometimes.Janahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16507105587313861043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-43224950337748376732010-03-13T03:02:01.955-05:002010-03-13T03:02:01.955-05:00It can never be my beautiful house, no matter how ...It can never be <i>my beautiful house,</i> no matter how many I've had, and amidst the sadness, there is comfort in the thought of impermanence: since I can't take it with me, it doesn't need to be mine, so my responsibility ends at my joy.<br /><br />I raise my glass this evening, hoping that today the sun shines out your back door.Mike McLarenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17881672365554137673noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-33406556957100016402010-03-13T02:17:59.170-05:002010-03-13T02:17:59.170-05:00Are you familiar with Elizabeth Bishop's poem,...Are you familiar with Elizabeth Bishop's poem, "In the Waiting Room"? It, too, describes (for me) this certain type of losing oneself, beneath waves, sanity, self, into some other weird limbo reality.<br /><br />Strangely, it hits me most often while I'm doing the most mundane things: standing at my kitchen sink, tying a shoe, flossing my teeth. It is thankfully random and uncommon. Suddenly I am there and then I'm not there. It is as if I'm dead already and looking down at my former self, a shell with arms and legs and moving fingers. Bizarre, unmoored, untethered from reality. <br /><br />I feel my self tilting, slipping, floating away until something snaps me back.*https://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-74697971765182869162010-03-13T02:05:59.064-05:002010-03-13T02:05:59.064-05:00awwww man. that is HUGE....i really feel your ache...awwww man. that is HUGE....i really feel your ache! Being on the road for 6 weeks, as I just completed, as well as moving every couple of years as a child, I definitely know the power and pull of "home," and how transient in the world you can feel when your roots are clipped, (or ripped). Hang on....roots regrow, you will re-establish your grasp if you allow yourself to, and wee lass will always be your anchor to the world...don't camp through your life...you need more than shelter, you need to find your place.SSPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01358246374080080885noreply@blogger.com