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Beachy
Yes, it has been a while. Nice to see you! He is, indeed, a treat. A real gift I think. Seeing the gifts in life's ups and downs is a blessing, I'm glad you can do that.
posted by
Temple
on April 9, 2004 at 6:12 PM
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Temple
It was worth the wait and the time to read. My tired eyes thank you for paragraphs.
This boy with his sunflowers sounds a treat. I see beauty every day.
posted by
beachbelle
on April 9, 2004 at 5:02 PM
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Abuelita, that hurts me so much to hear.
If I had to be in war, I would want a Native American medic with me. I am so sad to hear that he died. I am saddened by the war in general. The Boy and I often speak of his peaceful and sweet ways being so contradictory to what he's doing for a living.
When I read these comments, sometimes I am truly at a loss for words (this does not happen often in my life). It brings me such comfort to know that you read me for peace at the birth of a new day. I guess I better get it in gear and write some more! You are such a warm person and inspiration to me, thank you for just ...well, everything.
Yes, let's build that fire and hope that he is always safe and comes home to me. It would bring me immense comfort to tell stories and watch the sun come up. I will hold that thought in my mind. You know what it's like to have a boy in the navy too, I know. I miss him more than there are words.
posted by
Temple
on April 9, 2004 at 1:24 PM
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Temple, a Navajo died in Iraq the other day and his family spoke of his
walking in beauty as a medic and as an Indian. Their sorrow was so moving to me, to have lost one who truly walked in beauty to something as unbeautiful as war.
There were books that I used to open mornings to search out the day's peace before beginning that day. Now, I just read your posts. How about that?
Let's go build a fire on the beach for your boy to see way out at sea and tell stories around it until the sun rises.
posted by
benzinha
on April 9, 2004 at 1:07 PM
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Summer
Thank you for your comments and for reading. I'm glad you found something in what I've written. Beedle tells me of some summer sleep over plans? Do tell, can't find them....
posted by
Temple
on April 9, 2004 at 12:59 PM
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my dear beedle
I've said this to you already today, but I'm glad you stayed. What you said is so lovely and moving. I am so thrilled that you can find such peace and be transported by my writing. The days I am too busy or don't want to write, I often think of you and find motivation. Thank YOU for that.
posted by
Temple
on April 9, 2004 at 12:58 PM
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kid cargo
There is some strange duality that some of the best in life comes from some of the most painful, desperate situations. The artist in me realizes the necessity, the woman in me sometimes wishes for ignorance. Definitely not walking away from the boy. He's more a part of my life than ever. Sometimes the good things in life need moments of quiet reflection, if only for appreciation's sake...and often to make sure we are watching our steps and following our hearts. Too often past mistakes and fear taint the most beautiful of sitations. He's a keeper. So is Jake ;)
posted by
Temple
on April 9, 2004 at 12:56 PM
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Benzinha
I first learned about walking in beauty from my Navajo friends in school. Some really learned how to master it from parents, grandparents, and great grandparents. I sometimes wonder if the lessons they learned about life more adequately prepared them for what was to come than what I was learning in my family and school.
Isn't funny how something man made can bring such wonder and magic? A testimony on true divine inspiration.
posted by
Temple
on April 9, 2004 at 12:52 PM
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I appreciate what you say and how you say it. And then the great commenters chime in - it all works so well.
posted by
priceofsummer
on April 9, 2004 at 10:31 AM
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you know, when I'm reading you, it feels like I'm sitting in warm water and being moved around just slightly by gentle little waves. just me and the water. happy belated.
and extinguish those (Dallas) stars (wooo-hooo)
posted by
beedle
on April 9, 2004 at 6:42 AM
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sweet temple, your words are beautiful
and describe that melancholy side of life exquisitly. Thats the side of life where the beautiful art comes from. Happiness is a smile but pain takes a little more. I'm glad you've found these new people in your life, but it sounds like you're walking away from the boy? Pat Jake behind the ears for me ;-l
posted by
FreeManWalking
on April 9, 2004 at 3:25 AM
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Temple, the Navajos say "Walk in Beauty", the same thing that you talk
about here. Your vision of the Coronado Bridge going to some magical place reminded me of the statue of Christ above the city of Rio, standing in light at night, up in the sky, his now invisible mountain below him, holding him up there. Magical. I would stare out my bedroom window at him for an hour or so before going to bed. Thinking about life.
posted by
benzinha
on April 9, 2004 at 1:53 AM
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