tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733690203980990187.post1128729048554382896..comments2023-10-30T04:17:23.617-06:00Comments on A Cinnamon Nest: The Place Where a Title BelongsAngelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07185523830722945421noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733690203980990187.post-5077155740939269432008-01-09T19:19:00.000-07:002008-01-09T19:19:00.000-07:00i'm not sure if it was better hearing from the dea...i'm not sure if it was better hearing from the dead or being called dude by deanna. you ladies make me better. thanks. and madeleine, i've been thinking of tatooing that wonderful quote accross my forehead since i read it on some lovely blog a while back...thanks.<BR/><BR/>oh, cecily. thank you. that was so kind. somehow i know salvation is found in smallness, and somehow i always forget.<BR/><BR/>ms. shannon, i miss you! i miss your journal and the crazy things emma says and how teaching is going for you. sigh. i suspect facebook is to blame. or maybe happiness? maybe you're too happy to write? sometimes that happen to me. that would be alright.Angelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07185523830722945421noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733690203980990187.post-86954992886849323732008-01-09T18:37:00.000-07:002008-01-09T18:37:00.000-07:00What Cecily said. Wow. And Madeleine l'engle, too....What Cecily said. Wow. And Madeleine l'engle, too. They're both ... wow.<BR/><BR/>And you are wow. You are so wow you make me feel the way you write about in this post.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733690203980990187.post-60354046533226343752008-01-09T18:27:00.000-07:002008-01-09T18:27:00.000-07:00Threads to pull everything together are comfortabl...Threads to pull everything together are comfortable but... is everyday life really like that? I love your writing and if you're never published, you've touched at least one person with your writing. (I liked your exhibition piece so much I snivvled all over the keyboard and made Frank come and read it0<BR/><BR/>Drawing in another slightly related thread, I sometimes feel that God is taking my whole life to teach me about smallness. I desire greatness because I am human and because I am influenced by a culture that exalts celebrity and fame, but many things that happen to me leave me feeling cast aside. Something I do is small, few people come, the results seem minimal, no one noticed my contribution, it was hardly a contribution. And God whispers, 'but it mattered to that one or that one. Let that be enough for you.' And I fall down and remember that in the small things life is lived, personal battles are won and fought in the everyday, in obscurity there can be greatness. (Maybe this is why I like your writing so much, because you draw out the greatness from the smallness...)<BR/><BR/>So, small writer, you have touched my life and in this is greatness.cecilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12944264862462890029noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733690203980990187.post-73193814106482275732008-01-09T17:13:00.000-07:002008-01-09T17:13:00.000-07:00Dude.You just got a comment from Madeleine L'Engle...Dude.<BR/>You just got a comment from Madeleine L'Engle.<BR/>She passed away in September.<BR/>Forget whatever I was going to say.deannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16352855975153416194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733690203980990187.post-62918418986323869802008-01-09T14:31:00.000-07:002008-01-09T14:31:00.000-07:00It's all been said better before. If I thought I h...<I>It's all been said better before. If I thought I had to say it better than anybody else, I'd never start. Better or worse is immaterial. The thing is that it has to be said; by me; ontologically. We each have to say it, to say it our own way. Not of our own will, but as it comes out through us. Good or bad, great or little: that isn't what human creation is about. It is that we have to try; to put it down in pigment, or words, or musical notations, or we die.</I>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com