tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post112815043016575820..comments2023-10-10T10:09:48.794-05:00Comments on Letting me be . . . random wondering and philosophy: On a Clear Night You Can See"ME" Liz Strausshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1128224589071916622005-10-01T22:43:00.000-05:002005-10-01T22:43:00.000-05:00Mark,I think it's a warm compliment that something...Mark,<BR/>I think it's a warm compliment that something I wrote could take you back to something you wrote in high school. That's lovely and the ending is sweet.<BR/><BR/>Thank you for adding it to the discussion. You've helped to make this become more of a community.<BR/><BR/>smiles,<BR/>Liz"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1128224330613173022005-10-01T22:38:00.000-05:002005-10-01T22:38:00.000-05:00This post reminded me of a poem I wrote way back i...This post reminded me of a poem I wrote way back in high school Liz. I hope you don’t mind me sharing it here. It seems fitting. It’s full of youthful naiveté, but what poet isn’t at any age.<BR/><BR/>Iowa Ecstasy<BR/><BR/>I set out on the porch after the sun goes down. I look at the stars and my mind begins to float… it’s so quiet out here.<BR/><BR/>My imagination burst into wild joy. I am unconscious to the world… it’s as though I were engulfed in a sea of darkness.<BR/><BR/>The crickets scream all around me… as I look at the stars they are asking me to come along with them.<BR/><BR/>I am alone in that world of silence and wonder… it’s as though I were in the palms of God… such a warm feeling.<BR/><BR/>I travel beyond boundaries never before traveled. The sweet breeze of love at my back, the winds of freedom slap my face.<BR/><BR/>My soul escapes to kneel at the throne of God. My heart sours to the outer limits of all mankind. This is absolute freedom.<BR/><BR/>It’s 10:30 already? Gotta go to bed, school tomorrow… the stars are so bright this evening! It’s such a nice night.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1128222594125534972005-10-01T22:09:00.000-05:002005-10-01T22:09:00.000-05:00Thank you, Scot,I must admit. You came to mind whe...Thank you, Scot,<BR/>I must admit. You came to mind when I was editing that line about the guitar string. I thought you might like it, as I do.<BR/><BR/>Yearning, yes, indeed that is what it was about. Not hard to create what already is. You are as perceptive as ever. No wonder you write so well.<BR/><BR/>smiles,<BR/>Liz"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1128222385818281562005-10-01T22:06:00.000-05:002005-10-01T22:06:00.000-05:00Liz:Stream of galaxy reaching for the stars. I lik...Liz:<BR/>Stream of galaxy reaching for the stars. I like the flow of thought from one idea to the next. Great image here: "Like an overused guitar string I await the crisis that will release me." But what I really like about this piece is how it creates that sense of yearning to reach out beyond ourselves. <BR/>ScotAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13441809988487585009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1128199982954984552005-10-01T15:53:00.000-05:002005-10-01T15:53:00.000-05:00Welcome, my friend,How lovely your comment and you...Welcome, my friend,<BR/>How lovely your comment and your memory. Yes, I remember the wonder that would stop me in the middle of a game of baseball to look at the moon in a daylight sky.<BR/><BR/>Thank you for giving your memory to me so that I could have one of mine.<BR/><BR/>Liz"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1128199772646382182005-10-01T15:49:00.000-05:002005-10-01T15:49:00.000-05:00Liz, I'm trying out the new name you gave me. Your...Liz, I'm trying out the new name you gave me. <BR/><BR/>Your prose is so lyrical. And your ideas so familiar, not only universal, but familiar to me. <BR/><BR/>At age 10, I used to look at the moon during the day, when it gives up its three dimensionality more easiy. I'd think, "This is magical, that this rock floats in the sky!" And it comforted me to know the immensity and inevitable ticking of the cosmos brings me with it, no matter where it goes, no matter where I am.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1128197407708029622005-10-01T15:10:00.000-05:002005-10-01T15:10:00.000-05:00Hi Easy,You know that this is a big decision for m...Hi Easy,<BR/>You know that this is a big decision for me. So many songs are playing in my head and the music isn't on.<BR/><BR/>Thank you for hearing the words I'm not saying. I hope that I won't have to be taking a leap of faith, such things scare me. But who knows. That might be exactly what happens. We'll know more later this week.<BR/>smiles,<BR/>Liz"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1128196991434061912005-10-01T15:03:00.000-05:002005-10-01T15:03:00.000-05:00You've captured it exactly, the feeling of which w...You've captured it exactly, the feeling of which way to turn. But always, there is the hope that in the daylight things will seem clearer and we will find we are not really lost, only waylaid for a time.<BR/><BR/>When this happens to me I always feel as though a chasm has opened at my feet. Then I'm left with only one thing to do. Close my eyes and leap. :o)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13441809988487585009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1128195239319294232005-10-01T14:33:00.000-05:002005-10-01T14:33:00.000-05:00Cheryl,Your smile is so eloquent. Thank you. LizCheryl,<BR/>Your smile is so eloquent. Thank you. <BR/>Liz"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1128194492138873272005-10-01T14:21:00.000-05:002005-10-01T14:21:00.000-05:00WOW:-DxxxxWOW<BR/><BR/><BR/>:-D<BR/><BR/><BR/>xxxxAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13441809988487585009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1128193057385777602005-10-01T13:57:00.000-05:002005-10-01T13:57:00.000-05:00Thank you Ned and Willie Wonka,for those words of ...Thank you Ned and Willie Wonka,<BR/>for those words of wisdom.<BR/><BR/>I need as many as I can get these days. I'll keep them close and refer to them often.<BR/>Liz"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1128188667594074712005-10-01T12:44:00.000-05:002005-10-01T12:44:00.000-05:00Making decisions: doubt, unease, ambivalence, unce...Making decisions: doubt, unease, ambivalence, uncertainty...<BR/><BR/>When faced with such a situation, I always remember these words:<BR/><BR/>"Never ever doubt, what no one is sure about."<BR/> Willie WonkaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1128182950814885362005-10-01T11:09:00.000-05:002005-10-01T11:09:00.000-05:00Thank you Eric,To play with words as you did. It c...Thank you Eric,<BR/>To play with words as you did. It certainly does speak to certain kind of uncertainty.<BR/><BR/>As for the 65th Crayon--talk to him not to me.<BR/><BR/>smiles,<BR/>Liz"ME" Liz Strausshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10711283307459944821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14775685.post-1128182777022007192005-10-01T11:06:00.000-05:002005-10-01T11:06:00.000-05:00Very poetic and smoothly flowing piece, Liz. Does ...Very poetic and smoothly flowing piece, Liz. Does wonders in conveying that uncertainty we are all certain to experience at some point in our lives. Excellent.<BR/><BR/>PS: just remember to keep the deal between <B>The Faceless One</B> and <B>The 65th Crayon</B> ;-)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13441809988487585009noreply@blogger.com