tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post4113422798291866215..comments2023-12-27T08:47:46.468-05:00Comments on Irish Gumbo: Beach GlassIrish Gumbohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07386134334156997186noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-15067850563838948392010-10-11T12:57:57.210-04:002010-10-11T12:57:57.210-04:00Just browsing through and wasting some time today,...Just browsing through and wasting some time today, this caught my eye because back in Cleveland, I would pick up beach glass when I'd walk along Lake Erie. Beach glass can be found (un)naturally only along certain types of water it seems - and due to Lake Erie's past, it seems to hold a fair bit of beautifully buffed glass. <br /><br />It seems you may be a bit on the other side of this, and I would be glad of it. I did not imagine to trip on such a poignant post purely out of my own old hobby.indigo_tidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00196540366805570776noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-86317699031248819772010-07-02T08:12:48.937-04:002010-07-02T08:12:48.937-04:00I understand this. I sometimes feel that I am too ...I understand this. I sometimes feel that I am too old for a lot of stuff. But then I have this curiosity to see how it all will go. And something will grab my attention to remind me that there is still the 20 year old spirit inside me. Beach glass is something I find quite a bit on my walks. I have a jar of it also. Wonderful writing here.Sydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05642843245634635843noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-74768175216871304642010-06-26T08:12:29.952-04:002010-06-26T08:12:29.952-04:00(came over via JJ)
i have to agree with technobab...(came over via JJ)<br /><br />i have to agree with technobabe, if this is you <i>mojo-less</i>, sugar...i'm coming back everyday! i think i'll hold on to the beach glass image for a few days as i ride out my own tidal surge. xoxosavannahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04310843901371718758noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-1266400058422978372010-06-20T16:52:20.426-04:002010-06-20T16:52:20.426-04:00If only we could give up doing things once we get ...If only we could give up doing things once we get too old for them. It's not like when you were a kid and transitioned from Tiny Tears to Penny Bright to Barbie and then set aside such childish things entirely. Instead, we have to keep playing games that have long since ceased to amuse us.Jeanne Estridgehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13096521122802823385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-34648275890656406352010-06-18T11:13:03.046-04:002010-06-18T11:13:03.046-04:00Some of the best writing is done when we're fe...Some of the best writing is done when we're feeling gloomy. We encounter fewer blocks to what we want to say because we are in fact a little more in touch with ourselves in those gloomy days. The biggest life changes demand you take time to absorb them, take them out, feel all their curves and sharp edges. <br /><br />I hear you, Irish, in a HUGE way, since I'm feeling exactly the same things. I keep asking, how did I get here? Alone, new digs, no job, no relationship, no flippin' energy. Of course, I know that these are my choices. I've done little of what I set out to do in the past week. But I know it's temporary. I will get back in the saddle and make my life what I want it to be. As will you. Be good to yourself during these days of reflection and introspection. You'll find the answers you're looking for, I'm sure.Fragrant Liarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09452052210826471034noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-87325465047551033582010-06-17T20:34:04.412-04:002010-06-17T20:34:04.412-04:00Oh Steven- I hear what you are saying. My heart ha...Oh Steven- I hear what you are saying. My heart has been tumbling beside yours- trying to find my way. <br /><br /><br />I hope that we land upon the beach smoother, and brighter- none the worse for the wear. <br /><br />(This post? Awesome. Methinks you are finding your way.)Vodka Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04734323418017847775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-4850601999133859352010-06-16T18:29:24.537-04:002010-06-16T18:29:24.537-04:00An honest and moving post Irish.
The whole theme ...An honest and moving post Irish.<br /><br />The whole theme idea of being broken to pieces before the mending has been the center of my last year too. <br /><br />You will come out on the other side and everything will fall into place. I truly believe this.Pseudohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10430783970802030846noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-22406282619595990962010-06-16T16:33:14.050-04:002010-06-16T16:33:14.050-04:00thinking of you. look for that pixie dust I tosse...thinking of you. look for that pixie dust I tossed your way. just go. go outside and look up. and then feel it tingle as it lightly dusts across your face. :)Poindexterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02754293708567921996noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-37337357653235249692010-06-16T12:12:09.483-04:002010-06-16T12:12:09.483-04:00Your mojo seems to be fighting the Tiger, don'...Your mojo seems to be fighting the Tiger, don't give up on it. <br /><br />It seems that when it rains it pours but, my dear Irish, sometimes we must just learn to dance in the rain knowing that this storm, too, shall pass. I'm sending some of my sunshiney thoughts your way ... maybe they'll warm up your mojo a bit.Divine Chaoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01753002297405526438noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-7240189842248674192010-06-16T11:58:27.715-04:002010-06-16T11:58:27.715-04:00Eventually, glass on the beach gets tumbled smooth...Eventually, glass on the beach gets tumbled smooth and shiny.Mike McLarenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17881672365554137673noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-10440032065086776412010-06-16T10:18:28.167-04:002010-06-16T10:18:28.167-04:00You do sound tired. Worn down but not worn out. I ...You do sound tired. Worn down but not worn out. I don't know your blog very well but if you can write this well when you are in a difficult place, your good place writing must be Pulitzer material.CiCihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08615265608675467505noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-48701602721888001962010-06-16T10:10:05.499-04:002010-06-16T10:10:05.499-04:00Beautiful, for someone who's lost his mojo. Y...Beautiful, for someone who's lost his mojo. You haven't lost it. You're just tired.<br />It's not that we've lost the willingness, or desire, to see life the way we used to. We're just tired.shabby girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03991126161405336712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-70016241417805819862010-06-16T09:03:47.515-04:002010-06-16T09:03:47.515-04:00Your title makes me think of this poem (took me a ...Your title makes me think of this poem (took me a minute to find the book)<br /><br />Beach Glass by Amy Clampitt It's too long to write out here but you should look it up.Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08342109839956458589noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-31548501468965409692010-06-16T09:01:20.123-04:002010-06-16T09:01:20.123-04:00I am right in that place with you. That "how...I am right in that place with you. That "how did this end up being my life?" place.<br /><br />Maybe your writing has become wrapped up in the form of pictures. Now through the camera you are finding that same solace you used to get from writing. The writing will come back when you have something to say. <br /><br />But then again what do I know? I'm picking out a backpack so I can be a college student again. I'm skipping mid-life and going back to the beginning in hopes of maybe getting it right this time. Meh.Andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08342109839956458589noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-22590486542890557332010-06-16T08:39:05.708-04:002010-06-16T08:39:05.708-04:00You've got far more mojo than I have, consider...You've got far more mojo than I have, considering the year you've had. Mine has fled due to a current combination of sleep deprivation and physical exhaustion. If it turns out that my mojo is lurking around somewhere with yours, give it a boot in the posterior and send it flapping this way, would you? Ta muchly.That Baldy Fellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01049009604878359923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-54965741944764358932010-06-16T02:05:56.948-04:002010-06-16T02:05:56.948-04:00even when you have nothing to say, you speak volum...even when you have nothing to say, you speak volumes IG, and I know you have been busy in other ways! It truly is the weight of dog day summer upon us all! I am the smooth grey pebble with the white stripe I found on a beach somewhere years ago. I put it in my suitcase and never take it out. Each time I pack, I see that pebble and I am reminded that I have been somewhere, and I am again packing to go somewhere else....so I am not dead, and that in itself is enough for a little smile!SSPhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01358246374080080885noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-52983749904536478642010-06-16T01:20:28.200-04:002010-06-16T01:20:28.200-04:00I understand what you are say and you said it beau...I understand what you are say and you said it beautifully.<br /><br />I walk on the beach all the time and I'll be watching for you piece of glass.<br /><br />Cheers,<br />jjJoanna Jenkinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10836376588710862173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-19732576213220428632010-06-15T23:56:24.061-04:002010-06-15T23:56:24.061-04:00I had such a piece of glass as a child. I found it...I had such a piece of glass as a child. I found it and took it home, as it was a beautiful azure color with rounded edges. Long I would stare at this blue thing, and imagine all the different things it could have once been, all the works of art it could have once contributed to. <br /><br />It was simple. A piece of glass. And yet, refined. It'd changed from all the other pieces of glass, because of it's surroundings. It'd weathered the beatings of the waves, the grating of the sands, and now it's edges were worn, it's gloss was gone, but it's subtle beauty remained, perhaps enhanced by it's new uniqueness. <br /><br />Maybe it didn't catch the average eye with a sparkle or a gleam, but those who took a moment to look would find much more than the others would ever consider possible.Matt Conlonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02616567498642991754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-75988423508572769982010-06-15T23:30:55.271-04:002010-06-15T23:30:55.271-04:00I am, literally, getting too old for this crap, to...I am, literally, getting too old for this crap, too. Not in the blogsphere, but literally ... taking care of my house, my gardens that are way overgrown, the cleaning, the way my house if filling up with people again. My son has moved home and not a lot of people know this yet, but my daughter will not be going back to school because she's having a baby and her boyfriend may be moving in with us. Oops! Did I just vent? Sorry! I wish I could just walk away from this house and get a teeny little place, just for me. Maybe near the beach. sigh.Joaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08943128638748507880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5446070095733469795.post-4063318058301231882010-06-15T23:14:54.547-04:002010-06-15T23:14:54.547-04:00This is a great post.
Also, when I get in that u...This is a great post. <br /><br />Also, when I get in that unfeeling icky place, I make myself walk.cheatymoonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06328903955238115971noreply@blogger.com