tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17192698.post2060031508184160141..comments2023-12-25T02:46:52.723-04:00Comments on Awareness: Dear Diaryawarenesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06098432781380754899noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17192698.post-44759386019879233832007-08-20T09:07:00.000-03:002007-08-20T09:07:00.000-03:00Whoa ... stream of consciousness ... I'm exhausted...Whoa ... stream of consciousness ... I'm exhausted ... it was like a 10 lane highway ... what a buzz - loved your honesty. Thanks!Cheriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04139558255321645746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17192698.post-44979235741944669922007-08-19T18:48:00.000-03:002007-08-19T18:48:00.000-03:00It felt like you were reading my mind as I was rea...It felt like you were reading my mind as I was reading your words. Fear that we won't matter if we reveal our true feelings is something I feel a lot. To put it all out there and then finding out no-one cares would be soul destroying so you keep some of it back as insurance that you don't have to find out that ugly truth. I love the way you write Dana, it comes from an honest place.Isabellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13161677975421270205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17192698.post-50692391679728613982007-08-19T14:01:00.000-03:002007-08-19T14:01:00.000-03:00Hi Mike....we posted comments at the same time... ...Hi Mike....we posted comments at the same time... Your pallet is multi-hued and always an interesting read. I like how you describe it....under the words which find us are the emotions tagging along....the process of writing is always gratifying to me because more often than not, it's destination unknown unless I follow the word path....as I did with this piece. take care.<BR/><BR/>Fleg Poet...thanks....writing is the ultimate therapy...resolutions are always just around the corner :)<BR/><BR/>patois....it seems like we've all been bitten by the past diary find! <BR/><BR/>Paul...thank you...writing offers me new glimpses everyday, and the title of this blog always guides me....it truly does.<BR/><BR/>Kamsin....thank you.....love the stream of consciousness process....its always revealing...kind of like word associations can be.awarenesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06098432781380754899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17192698.post-51522727027726638902007-08-19T13:03:00.000-03:002007-08-19T13:03:00.000-03:00A really beautifully expressed post. I really lik...A really beautifully expressed post. I really like how you run through a whole gamut of emotions. That somehow writing through the anxiety and "oddness" is healing, bringing you to thoughts of family and gratitue, hope and acceptance of who you are. Finally focusing on the hear and now.Kamsinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07039627235813416300noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17192698.post-28829191094602498832007-08-19T01:44:00.000-03:002007-08-19T01:44:00.000-03:00Wonderful post. I was just thinking how your diary...Wonderful post. I was just thinking how your diary entry reflects the name of your blog. You are an aware person. Aware of your feelings and aware of so much more going on in your life.Paulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02515440663113132433noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17192698.post-7759743300468178802007-08-19T00:20:00.000-03:002007-08-19T00:20:00.000-03:00I enjoyed following your thought process as you we...I enjoyed following your thought process as you went down the various twisting roads. A wonderful take on the prompt. Diaries of the past? Yikes is right!Patois42https://www.blogger.com/profile/07764936858778730692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17192698.post-54548148707206117022007-08-18T23:13:00.000-03:002007-08-18T23:13:00.000-03:00I loved your diary post...it really resonated with...I loved your diary post...it really resonated with me. Your writing just flowed along and I wanted to keep reading! Despite your "odd" feeling, it does sound like you had some great moments in your day...I'm glad. :~)Sherri B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/00834386300886224116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17192698.post-25028855608252870522007-08-18T20:28:00.001-03:002007-08-18T20:28:00.001-03:00paisley...thank you. glad you enjoyed it as I enj...paisley...thank you. glad you enjoyed it as I enjoyed your post too.<BR/><BR/>rob...yes, it surely was a bounce as I wrote exactly what came to mind......freely....it was a fun exercise.....love my id!<BR/><BR/>brother david....I love your line....echoes...... I took the photo one Sunday morning in Prince Edward Island when I had the beach to myself. I spent an hour or so sitting on a flat rock looking out at the water and the birds, watching the tide go out..... this picture was right in front of th spot I was sitting. It seemed so serene, and yet I had a feeling of how much movement and sound caused the ripples....the ocean frightens and amazes me at the same time. Such strength and so much unknown....and I felt that looking at the sand left behind from the tide.<BR/><BR/>Shaz......feelings are the key to unlocking secrets arent they? Pub crawl? Anytime! Your continent or mine? Get well there girl....<BR/><BR/>Hey Herb........yessiree it is. Perhaps that's why diary writing is still a common activity. When I began writing again, as I posted about earlier in the week, it was the stream of conscious process which started me up again.....just letting the words flow.<BR/><BR/>Caroline....nothing is more wonderful than feeling validated. The line is a take on Pip's message....which Paul has mentioned earlier....it's so true and when I first read it on Pip's blog, it was like I was given a shove.....knowing how I have tried over the past year to express myself and to show how I feel and who I am in my work environment only to be basically ignored made the line all the more poignant to me. I have since resolved many things.....one being that one needs to seek validation through positive and more enlightening avenues.......recognition is not a fame thing is it? recognition is simply knowing we matter as human beings. I see this, and thank God receive this from family and friends....and NOW? I can add many blog friends to that wonderfully supportive list of people who remind me....and in turn I will remind them.....<BR/>Caroline.......I'm so glad you have found the validation you needed.....what a difficult road you've been on.....you are the gift!! <BR/><BR/>Tammy.........Much of my writing is thinking out loud. It seems the most natural way for me to write. It's funny, sometimes I can write about the past (as I intend to tonight I think), but more often than not, I'm more inclined to write about the here and now........thank you for visiting and will check your blog out too.awarenesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06098432781380754899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17192698.post-61331006028714445862007-08-18T20:28:00.000-03:002007-08-18T20:28:00.000-03:00It's interesting how the words find us. Just as qu...It's interesting how the words find us. Just as quickly as they have time to settle into their respective places on the page, our perspective changes. And it happens that fast. <BR/><BR/>From unsettled and uncomfortable to loopy and disjointed to perhaps even sad or angry and finally - and for me almost always - to gratitude. It almost can't be helped. The truth for me materializes in the symbols that make up our language. They are the pigments on my pallet. Once mixed together just so, the art emerges.<BR/><BR/>If for no other reason, there is gratitude in just that. And that is always enough.<BR/><BR/>MikeMichael K. Althousehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07726807939923761538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17192698.post-34312946317166589042007-08-18T20:01:00.000-03:002007-08-18T20:01:00.000-03:00I think sharing is freeing and I loved how you wro...I think sharing is freeing and I loved how you wrote this post. Thinking out loud. ;) WonderfulTammy Brierlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14673290512175050093noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17192698.post-76772404068002456942007-08-18T17:12:00.000-03:002007-08-18T17:12:00.000-03:00This comment:"If I write who I really am, and then...This comment:<BR/>"If I write who I really am, and then no one replies.......no one acknowledges me, I would feel that my ugly little secrets which are part of my real self has been cast aside.......thrown away, rejected. Then what? I will have nothing left to offer someone."<BR/>really echoed for me. It speaks to me of the gift I was given by my psychotherapy - that I was allowed to reveal my true self and not rejected, instead given value. I am hoping you can feel that too.Disillusionedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03250678226289036634noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17192698.post-25081582185049487642007-08-18T15:12:00.000-03:002007-08-18T15:12:00.000-03:00I love this post! Stream of consciousness writing...I love this post! Stream of consciousness writing is so liberating! Thanks for sharing!Beau Brackishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08472788833737826733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17192698.post-54708673104599922392007-08-18T13:19:00.000-03:002007-08-18T13:19:00.000-03:00This was a beautifully read secret.Thirsty?Did I h...This was a beautifully read secret.<BR/>Thirsty?<BR/>Did I hear PUB CRAWL lolShazhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07042225456244598504noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17192698.post-47328913327852943422007-08-18T13:03:00.000-03:002007-08-18T13:03:00.000-03:00Sounds like you are just being: (scrub the word ju...Sounds like you are just being: (scrub the word just).<BR/><BR/>Looking at the picture, for the first time I realize what the ripples are - echoes of the waves that left them.J Pearsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11984863931965766597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17192698.post-78267373850562197902007-08-18T12:52:00.000-03:002007-08-18T12:52:00.000-03:00This was a trip, tumbling through your mind, your ...This was a trip, tumbling through your mind, your id, your ego -- bouncing along with your thoughts... thank you! ;)Rob Kistnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11365982588165098990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17192698.post-16305159868290976162007-08-18T11:42:00.000-03:002007-08-18T11:42:00.000-03:00excellent post... i love baring my soul,, and read...excellent post... i love baring my soul,, and reading the words of those who find themselves equally as strong... thank youpaisleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08231453820728399262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17192698.post-21816086706953754232007-08-18T05:17:00.000-03:002007-08-18T05:17:00.000-03:00Judy....the book sounds vaguely familiar...will lo...Judy....the book sounds vaguely familiar...will look for it. Yes, lots of smoke free casinos here...none near me....but lots near Niagara Falls I think :)<BR/><BR/>Welcome Hope....oh, doesn't that sound nice....welcome, hope...thank you. what I like about sunday scribblings is that it offers you a chance to take one idea and be creative in a way that may be different than your preferred way of writing....<BR/><BR/>Paul........yes, hmmmmmm... was thinking and feeling the vibes from the two of you when i was writing it.... :) <BR/>loveitloveit....<BR/>to be accepted unconditionally? Can't think of a more powerful, honouring, wonderfully spiritual gift, can you?awarenesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06098432781380754899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17192698.post-76827376439107489622007-08-18T04:22:00.000-03:002007-08-18T04:22:00.000-03:00What is it Pip says....'Why am I afraid to tell yo...What is it Pip says....<BR/><BR/>'Why am I afraid to tell you who I am...' <BR/>'...... because if I tell you who I am, and you don't like who I am, that is all I have.'<BR/><BR/>hmmm.....The Harbour of Ourselveshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07718023812771923348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17192698.post-87622388651694776102007-08-18T02:50:00.000-03:002007-08-18T02:50:00.000-03:00Provoking, liked the flow, and the good day ending...Provoking, liked the flow, and the good day ending.Hopehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12734740706179101100noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17192698.post-50877774513144559322007-08-17T23:19:00.000-03:002007-08-17T23:19:00.000-03:00You reminded me of a book I read back in the 70's,...You reminded me of a book I read back in the 70's, titled: "Why Am I Afraid to Tell You Who I Am?", by Gerald Jampolsky, Ph.D. <BR/><BR/>The answer was....because you might not like me. <BR/><BR/>Thanks for the earlier visit, and I am going to have to schedule a trip to Canada, since you ban smoking in casinos. YAY!!!kenjuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07342414519714356343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17192698.post-42713264045822625782007-08-17T22:35:00.000-03:002007-08-17T22:35:00.000-03:00bob cat....caught up on the wine ce soir....too ba...bob cat....caught up on the wine ce soir....too bad Anne wasn't here to join in .... i think most days are a combination of many many feelings....it's up to us to filter through them to figure them out. My day actually was superb..<BR/><BR/>gautami....look forward to reading your sunday scibbling post.<BR/><BR/>katie....my journals from way back? Lost in the cosmos....including the one i kept travelling through Europe, which I wrote cryptically anyways. I'm not a fan of diaries because one can't ever be sure someone snoopy hasn't read them. And what happens if one was to die a sudden death? What then? oooooo horrible mess that would be.....I think maybe it's best just to be up front and centre with feelings and let it all hang out. :)<BR/><BR/>tiffany....me too, but the boy found my diary and freaked out! He then burned it in front of me the bastard. that was the end of the boyfriend and diary keeping.awarenesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06098432781380754899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17192698.post-90913396875294248972007-08-17T22:24:00.000-03:002007-08-17T22:24:00.000-03:00I kept a diary once, but then a boy broke up with ...I kept a diary once, but then a boy broke up with me and I didnt want to remember him anymore. My way of "erasing" him was to throw the diary away. I did "tell all" in it. I hope my mom never read it! YIKES. Here Via Michele tonight.Tiffanyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07049352417660579980noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17192698.post-60435766773067119942007-08-17T20:56:00.000-03:002007-08-17T20:56:00.000-03:00scary.. I came across my old 5 year diary recently...scary.. I came across my old 5 year diary recently from when I was 10 - 18....I adapted it to spread over a longer time...I told it all my secrets...brutally honest I was too, just hope noone ever did read it!Rainbow dreamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17831181728077823123noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17192698.post-88811306053678936102007-08-17T20:48:00.000-03:002007-08-17T20:48:00.000-03:00We share so many of our secrets, desires with our ...We share so many of our secrets, desires with our diary. <BR/><BR/>Glad Michele sent me here. I enjoyed reading your entry.gautami tripathyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04192356825699543613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17192698.post-4152178204114870522007-08-17T19:28:00.000-03:002007-08-17T19:28:00.000-03:00Oops...forgot to say that Michele sent me back and...Oops...forgot to say that Michele sent me back and I'm glad :)Bobkathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11842625953465490864noreply@blogger.com