Planting Along The Verge

small stitching of em when she was 11 or so

yesterday was lunch with friend day.

our usual place is closed for a couple of weeks as are a couple of other places in town. it’s that time of year.

the food was just as good but there was no talking story with the owner. instead there was an old school mate of my daughter’s all grown up lunching with an older couple at the table next to ours. poised and beautiful and talking about her first semester at school and how she’s enjoying her break spending time with her family.

it never ceases to amaze me how many blows my heart can take.

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hi and i'm a stranger.

i've been reading your husband's blog for awhile now, and you-through-his-eyes has planted so much warmth in me toward you – a woman i don't know.

for what it's worth, this post just makes me wish i could give you a real hug.

just couldn't keep it to myself this time.

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beautiful friend…your words, so honest, so sad. Be gentle with yourself.

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oh, dear….
I'm sorry………..

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Yoli,

Hello, it's me Turk. Your post makes me sad. I'm sending happy healing thoughts from my coast to yours. I believe that you can keep going long after you think you can't.

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dottie bones, thank you for not keeping it to yourself. your hug is warmly received and so appreciated.

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thank you Melissa and Allene.

And Turk! Holy Frijole it's been a long time. I think of you often and I'm so glad you stopped in. I've learned you can keep going much longer than you think even when you don't want to. Love to you and yours.

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the fact that one's heart has the capacity to absorb so many blows is heartbreaking itself. The ooze of Life that squeezes out the sides when a big rock sits on top of it… sort of mind blowing that it seems to be able to keep reforming itself into the outwardly same form, over and over.

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Wishing you deep freedom from this sadness – you share such a beautiful, tender heart toward your daughter – that tenderness and love is powerful – right now touching all of us, but in time, I can't imagine that it would not be a key part of the foundation of her healing. Take care of yourself Yolie, Mary

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