tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155538679069971441.post5703759085058724100..comments2023-09-09T06:12:36.477-04:00Comments on the wild and wily ways of a brunette bombshell: writing about the intangible.meg feehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16588092985523441189noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155538679069971441.post-25883579459650678092011-08-02T21:23:10.301-04:002011-08-02T21:23:10.301-04:00Your coffee being the tangible touching down point...Your coffee being the tangible touching down point in your ups and downs reminds me of my car. I realized it was my tangible touching down point when I got into it two winters ago. I had moved to the east coast with my then boyfriend. We were planning to get engaged in the summer but in the last days of January, he realized he didn't love me anymore. He packed up his things and I put him on the airplane.<br />I came home and stopped going to all my classes. I spent every waking moment (and there were a lot of them as I couldn't sleep) packing. I put everything in storage, withdrew from graduate school and came home to California. Months later... when my insides were slightly unclenched and I realized that I could never live that far from my family, I came back for my stuff. Including my car. The one I'd had since 17. The one I'd occasionally had to live in. Where I kept a cactus alive in the cup holder and grass growing in the side-wells. With it's bumper stickers and astro-turfed back and fake flowers lining the roll bar. The thing was gross, old and super decrepit. But when I got behind the wheel, I realized this was the car I'd gotten through every breakup in. At first it was just me and the car. Then me, my giddy insides and a terribly wonderful boy. Then just me. Then me and the next exciting new flame. Then back to me. Over and over I'd relearned who I was alone on long drives. Healing drives. Just me again.Rachaelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10767171745320881379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155538679069971441.post-14067706810098389792011-07-25T13:53:33.822-04:002011-07-25T13:53:33.822-04:00This was so beautiful to read, so heartfelt and in...This was so beautiful to read, so heartfelt and insightful. You certainly have a way with words and I am very annoyed at myself for not finding your blog earlier.<br /><br />It seems I have a lot to catch up on. Thank heavens for all my free time this summer. Your blog is beautiful and I look forward to everything else that you have to offer. All I can say is: thank you!<br /><br />Chloe xxxChloehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11045617146059737330noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155538679069971441.post-47204721800832387082011-07-22T11:00:20.369-04:002011-07-22T11:00:20.369-04:00I didn't have any time to read this long post ...I didn't have any time to read this long post during the week, so I waited until today: this is my Friday treat. Thank you for writing it!Dee Paulinohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16395771931723705072noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155538679069971441.post-16502839933767400582011-07-21T21:12:42.301-04:002011-07-21T21:12:42.301-04:00That was really beautiful.That was really beautiful.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155538679069971441.post-53692922082146099122011-07-21T06:35:50.482-04:002011-07-21T06:35:50.482-04:00Meg,
I have that very same journal (in red!) and ...Meg,<br /><br />I have that very same journal (in red!) and I am lucky enough to enjoy a Melbourne latte every day. You're right about the coffee over here.<br /><br />The greatest things about coffee are the rituals of making and holding and savouring each drop, and you have described so well how comforting it can be whether times are happy or sad.<br /><br />We're very lucky to be able to read your stories. xElizabethhttp://www.scarletwords.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155538679069971441.post-73137911282524453292011-07-20T22:28:43.575-04:002011-07-20T22:28:43.575-04:00there are so many things I want to say in response...there are so many things I want to say in response to this, but, i fear that i will leave behind a paragraph full of rather un-organized thoughts, strewn all over the place. so, i will simple say: thank you for this. there is so much of this with which i have felt the same way, whether in the past or the present. and it feels so good to see someone write it out so articulately, beautifully, and with such depth.Nikkinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155538679069971441.post-18203768363880960332011-07-20T21:19:23.040-04:002011-07-20T21:19:23.040-04:00girl, out of all the blogs i follow or have come a...girl, out of all the blogs i follow or have come across, yours is my favorite. hands down. i've been a reader for about a year now, and i have to say, i adore how you mold your words to describe the indescribable. you have a gift. never ever stop writing because you are incredible. you are an inspiration to me-- to be honest in my writing, to embrace the sad days as well as the happy, and to not be afraid to fall in love or chase after dreams. thank you, thank you, for all of your posts but most especially this one.<br /><br />beckbeckrec.blogspot.combeck beckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10268281426890444760noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155538679069971441.post-30314549726737866982011-07-20T20:56:04.432-04:002011-07-20T20:56:04.432-04:00Whoever tries to convince you that the little thin...Whoever tries to convince you that the little things don't matter... is monumentally... wrong. A man has flown me half way around the world, but he didn't make me coffee, he didn't sit and enjoy music with me, he didn't read beside me, we did have a "typical" Friday night that we enjoyed together... and because of all those little things that our love lacked- in the end, it was empty. Whether in love or just every day life- if you're not soaking in and holding on to and anticipating the little things, I'm not sure what you're life is comprised of?The Lewicutt'shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12165951965661005884noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155538679069971441.post-66107507714515119562011-07-20T18:22:39.165-04:002011-07-20T18:22:39.165-04:00I think that's what the beauty of writing is. ...I think that's what the beauty of writing is. Putting the intangible into the tangible. For me at least, it's almost like therapy that way. Whether it's blogging or writing my inner thoughts in my journal. There's something about working through these things my writing about the "simple" things cloaked in seeming insignificance... it really is by small and simple things that great things are brought to pass. Great post!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01393921649749024217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155538679069971441.post-6612630314880393882011-07-20T14:11:57.078-04:002011-07-20T14:11:57.078-04:00Gorgeous.
I know coffee itself wasn't the poi...Gorgeous.<br /><br />I know coffee itself wasn't the point, but oh how I understand why it is the portal to so much else. There are days when I hear that alarm in the wee hours of the morning and the thought of a cappachino is what gets me out of bed. Not for the taste completely or the caffeine, but for the comfort and enjoyment of it. <br /><br />I have had moments on Saturday mornings curled up on my couch with my favorite mug sipping on some joe and reading my latest book when I have a flash that these were the moments I dreamed about. Why, I don't always know. The safety perhaps. My comfy corner in my little (rented, so not really mine) house with my husband working away in his office on his dissertation and my dog at my feet. The coffee seems to stand for it all. And somehow you put that into words.Betsyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14145067539890848527noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155538679069971441.post-12252033679142158122011-07-20T12:47:18.267-04:002011-07-20T12:47:18.267-04:00You make me wish I enjoyed coffee! Coffee drinkers...You make me wish I enjoyed coffee! Coffee drinkers are so much more insightful. Us tea drinkers have a lot to learn from you.DJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14848729848073000722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155538679069971441.post-83790378323363029432011-07-20T11:31:47.734-04:002011-07-20T11:31:47.734-04:00that last paragraph: yes, yes, a thousand times ye...that last paragraph: yes, yes, a thousand times yes. <br /><br />thank you.Anniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01899277351488775904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155538679069971441.post-81529279732566875742011-07-20T11:15:19.456-04:002011-07-20T11:15:19.456-04:00our life is made of small things, and yes, they ar...our life is made of small things, and yes, they are THAT important!!<br />love your writing!!a joaninha voa voahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05743278815936205888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155538679069971441.post-76624595552463667092011-07-20T08:43:29.931-04:002011-07-20T08:43:29.931-04:00oh friend. EVERY time I come here... I think... th...oh friend. EVERY time I come here... I think... that girl has a gift. And I think very beauty of writing is to help us all see through the portals of words to the intangible! And you do... every TIME I'm here... you do. It is a gift. Thank you.jennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06787596031722866845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155538679069971441.post-63915499269495955242011-07-20T01:28:27.194-04:002011-07-20T01:28:27.194-04:00it always will be the little things that matter th...it always will be the little things that matter the most. i loved this post of yours, and maybe even more so the photo at the top :) best of wishes from norwayJayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18271654411556565442noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155538679069971441.post-1194739207252151752011-07-20T01:10:54.830-04:002011-07-20T01:10:54.830-04:00This was awesome. I'm 37 now, but had horrend...This was awesome. I'm 37 now, but had horrendous depression in college and again in my mid to late 20s. I still battle with it now and again but turned some big corners somewhere along the way with the help of a therapist. Know that I am shaking my head yes right along with what you have written.<br /><br />Also, keep going. It's not an easy road but it is often beautiful and takes your breath away.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155538679069971441.post-78002057792291090552011-07-20T00:21:31.796-04:002011-07-20T00:21:31.796-04:00"I have measured out my life with coffee spoo..."I have measured out my life with coffee spoons" - T.S. Eliot<br /><br />Having mostly given up coffee since I became a mother and learned that trips to cafes are infinitely harder with a toddler in tow, coffee has mostly come to symbolize my single years. When I do get the chance to sip on an Americano or a Vanilla Breve Latte, I am instantly nostalgic for 17 again.Mrs MacKenziehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06115856855034038428noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155538679069971441.post-15572154208011683072011-07-20T00:02:48.063-04:002011-07-20T00:02:48.063-04:00Your writing, and especially this post, hits me ri...Your writing, and especially this post, hits me right in my gut--not heavily, though, but in a kind of way that makes my chest sort of fill with lightness.<br /><br />In other words, you write the truest, most striking of truths.Laura Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03827448388438564161noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155538679069971441.post-50036556690778169742011-07-19T23:59:13.679-04:002011-07-19T23:59:13.679-04:00I love small and daily reminders that make life fr...I love small and daily reminders that make life fresher and more vibrant- things that remind of us things to come and people we want to be.Autumn @ Autumn All Alonghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01656425235020831354noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155538679069971441.post-62434485543611704562011-07-19T23:52:48.304-04:002011-07-19T23:52:48.304-04:00Love is not impossible to write about.
It's ...Love is not impossible to write about. <br /><br />It's First Love that is impossible to write about. <br /><br />(...Until you fall in love a few more times. Then it's entirely possible to write about it all...)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155538679069971441.post-71238843590746211642011-07-19T23:40:14.185-04:002011-07-19T23:40:14.185-04:00You have a beautiful way with words. Love.You have a beautiful way with words. Love.Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15145588359742546866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155538679069971441.post-55212216356952320122011-07-19T23:06:34.054-04:002011-07-19T23:06:34.054-04:00beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.homeseedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16151767390278018549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155538679069971441.post-14967880991496972742011-07-19T22:09:08.203-04:002011-07-19T22:09:08.203-04:00goosebumps, lady. this is incredible. never stop n...goosebumps, lady. this is incredible. never stop noticing those so-called "little" tangibles. <br /><br />also, you came to Australia?! where did you visit?nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01669160462774441339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155538679069971441.post-15182268230361544012011-07-19T21:19:55.829-04:002011-07-19T21:19:55.829-04:00this is so beautiful, thanks for sharing!this is so beautiful, thanks for sharing!mary plus vincehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13342159877399044722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6155538679069971441.post-22788716233605736922011-07-19T20:25:06.067-04:002011-07-19T20:25:06.067-04:00Lovely post! I think too many people fail to appre...Lovely post! I think too many people fail to appreciate all of the little tangibles that surround them everyday. Small, seemingly ordinary rituals can add up to be the most important things.Miss Bibliophilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09433318219707424076noreply@blogger.com