tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post113031468128629998..comments2024-02-17T10:31:18.571-08:00Comments on presence of magic: Forgetting to RememberBrynnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10532335722560588063noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-39772830380150639612011-07-13T01:12:45.708-07:002011-07-13T01:12:45.708-07:00WOW - sunshine licks our foreheads inviting us to ...WOW - sunshine licks our foreheads inviting us to join the day<br />What an incredible line - I'll dream of this tonight dear Brynne. :)Chronicles of Illusionshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16168156674895078729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-29214397588698234232011-07-12T07:58:14.079-07:002011-07-12T07:58:14.079-07:00thanks, Tracey. I smile whenever you visit.:)
And...thanks, Tracey. I smile whenever you visit.:)<br /><br />And Sara...your words mean so much. I LOVE how the library painted itself for your eyes. Now I'm gonna dream that all day! Yay!Brynnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10532335722560588063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-85509425082039824362011-07-12T07:40:02.780-07:002011-07-12T07:40:02.780-07:00Your posts are so refreshing to me. To me they are...Your posts are so refreshing to me. To me they are like the water you just metioned. <br /><br />As to the wood panneled library... I always used to pretend the wood pannels were the inside of a hollowed out tree, in the grotto of a hidden forest. :)Sarahttp://www.midaevalmaiden.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-12782640597878354632011-07-11T21:10:14.666-07:002011-07-11T21:10:14.666-07:00Love that... forgetting or remembering to remember...Love that... forgetting or remembering to remember<br />:)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-77656370029694602932011-07-10T19:30:34.596-07:002011-07-10T19:30:34.596-07:00Thanks for the visit, dear Bella. Always a pleasur...Thanks for the visit, dear Bella. Always a pleasure to hear your little snippets here.:)Brynnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10532335722560588063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-63585143993183306562011-07-10T15:59:15.914-07:002011-07-10T15:59:15.914-07:00Brynne, thank you for reminding us of the power an...Brynne, thank you for reminding us of the power and importance of remembering. My nana used to tell me that memories, events and people only remained alive when they were remembered; that they ceased to exist when no one thought about them. It made sense then and it definitely makes sense now. I make it a point to remember good and bad times on a regular basis. The bad times serve to demonstrate how far I've come and the good times show how very lucky I am. Lovely post, friend!Bellahttp://gypsyroxylee.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-72349539684105227332011-07-08T11:43:20.980-07:002011-07-08T11:43:20.980-07:00Glad you like the thought of listening to the wood...Glad you like the thought of listening to the wood paneled library, Annie! Me, too!:) Love having you here...always.Brynnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10532335722560588063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-84521777882697725492011-07-08T11:03:14.768-07:002011-07-08T11:03:14.768-07:00Brynne, what a nice visual you offer! Got to say, ...Brynne, what a nice visual you offer! Got to say, I love thinking about the thoughts of a wood-paneled library. When we remember, life does bring us new joy! Thanks for the gentle nudge to be aware.Annie Boresonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05665524872940995351noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-44934153548347504582011-07-08T09:53:14.006-07:002011-07-08T09:53:14.006-07:00Thanks for the smile, Linny....as always. And soOo...Thanks for the smile, Linny....as always. And soOo right you are. That was a word that slipped by my last edit! Novelist you ARE! I think I shall get rid of it right now! Dont want to slight our dear flowers now, do we? Linny...my flower girl:) LOVE you!Brynnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10532335722560588063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-66129140077849125772011-07-08T09:50:05.478-07:002011-07-08T09:50:05.478-07:00Lovely post as always, though I will have to speak...Lovely post as always, though I will have to speak up for flowers, Brynne. Flowers bloom, they just animate rather slowly. I love flowers, so I thought I'd better speak up for them. ;-)Linnyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17920124957500911404noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-4811392902824166072011-07-08T09:14:30.252-07:002011-07-08T09:14:30.252-07:00Muriel! I love it..a life of their own! YES! YaY! ...Muriel! I love it..a life of their own! YES! YaY! Doesn't it make it all soO much more fun?!Brynnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10532335722560588063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-72950842026283717072011-07-08T09:11:55.399-07:002011-07-08T09:11:55.399-07:00Aw, Sam, thank you. SoOo good to find you here. I&...Aw, Sam, thank you. SoOo good to find you here. I've missed you. I hope your heart is happy, beautiful soul:)Brynnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10532335722560588063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-47492495969239410482011-07-08T09:09:40.362-07:002011-07-08T09:09:40.362-07:00I am soOO glad you want to let things come alive, ...I am soOO glad you want to let things come alive, too, dear Betty! Suddenly life becomes sO much more filled with joy, with LIFE! And its infinitely more fun, too!:) SoOo happy to have you here!Brynnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10532335722560588063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-53178199629380010682011-07-08T09:07:13.821-07:002011-07-08T09:07:13.821-07:00Beautiful Brenda...I wish I could give you a great...Beautiful Brenda...I wish I could give you a great big squish to let you know you aren't alone, that its only as heavy as your mind lead you to believe...but not your heart. Your heart hears the voices of the sidewalk, the steering wheel, the elevator as it carries you up and up and up. And all of it loves you, cares about you, wants your heart to take the reins. Its all part of this grand universe of ours. I am soOo glad you share my joy here. Thank you for coming and for always sharing your heart and soul.Brynnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10532335722560588063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-41962268704278075642011-07-08T03:25:08.522-07:002011-07-08T03:25:08.522-07:00Thanks for this Brynne. We often take all the obje...Thanks for this Brynne. We often take all the objects in our life for granted! But maybe they have a life of their own...Murielhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07669453005443249990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-35068240719390437002011-07-08T01:13:59.349-07:002011-07-08T01:13:59.349-07:00I love how you the view the world, Brynne. Your jo...I love how you the view the world, Brynne. Your joy is palpable :)Samantha Sottohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14116257082088369600noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-8335587311270536712011-07-07T23:06:16.154-07:002011-07-07T23:06:16.154-07:00Wow! How little I pay attention, and how much rich...Wow! How little I pay attention, and how much richer it would be if I let THINGS come alive! Thanks for this wisdom, Brynne!Bettyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14275624201395621264noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5935072448763626819.post-72973515715801257172011-07-07T23:04:49.980-07:002011-07-07T23:04:49.980-07:00Oh Brynne, what I love the most about coming to vi...Oh Brynne, what I love the most about coming to visit you here in the virtual world is how you lift the day off my shoulders. It feels a little like home. I've come in from a painfully long couple of days and feel like my head is spinning. I've had such a week and suffered through a week of writer's doubt. My writer's soul bows to you and sends a virtual hug. Many thanks. BrendaBrendahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08425528423649700111noreply@blogger.com