tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273998760028140856.post4612036275721046191..comments2023-10-22T03:16:31.189-06:00Comments on Recover Your Joy: The Ocean Refuses No RiverLouise Gallagherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13522775693728655487noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273998760028140856.post-84548609936056713142012-04-28T17:26:23.643-06:002012-04-28T17:26:23.643-06:00I love this thought Jeannette -- I think of it as ...I love this thought Jeannette -- I think of it as an ocean of light all around us, but that light amounts to love, perhaps. Agape. Nothing to do with emotion and everything to do with giving and receiving.<br /><br />Like you, I do not see defeat in death -- I see life's endless cycle coming full circle.<br /><br />And it's okay to over-think responses as long as we stay true to our own beliefs in Love.<br /><br />Hugs -- I'm glad all is well with you Jeannette. Your story is powerful -- and your journey inspiring, even in its heart-wrenching moments.<br /><br />NamasteLouise Gallagherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13522775693728655487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273998760028140856.post-26097437019186537272012-04-28T17:24:13.418-06:002012-04-28T17:24:13.418-06:00Mark my friend -- I struggle with your perspective...Mark my friend -- I struggle with your perspective -- and that's okay. I don't see life, nor death, through your eyes. My perspective is so completely opposite. I see life as a journey taken through beauty and joy and loveliness even in our struggles, there is loveliness. and death is simply part of the cycle of our lives here on earth. Not to be resisted. Not to be feared. Not to be controlled. Simply to be seen and known as part of the cycle of life.Louise Gallagherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13522775693728655487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273998760028140856.post-19918019829326007332012-04-28T17:21:46.017-06:002012-04-28T17:21:46.017-06:00Thanks Susan. Because I had Ellie with me in the c...Thanks Susan. Because I had Ellie with me in the car, I didn't go up onto the passenger levels and stayed with her. We were parked just beside the opening through which I took the photo (with my iPhone) and I was really grateful for her presence because I probably wouldn't have taken the time to simply explore the view!<br /><br />HugsLouise Gallagherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13522775693728655487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273998760028140856.post-3453410504709528302012-04-28T17:20:26.132-06:002012-04-28T17:20:26.132-06:00we all yearn for belonging Josie -- and in that sa...we all yearn for belonging Josie -- and in that sacred space of heart, Love creates a welcoming home where we always belong.<br /><br />So grateful these words resonated with you!Louise Gallagherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13522775693728655487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273998760028140856.post-52173557924712006892012-04-28T13:58:48.335-06:002012-04-28T13:58:48.335-06:00My women's song circle sings "The Ocean r...My women's song circle sings "The Ocean refuses no river, no river" very often. It resonates.<br /><br />I think of it as an ocean of light all around us, but that light amounts to love, perhaps. Agape. Nothing to do with emotion and everything to do with giving and receiving.<br /><br />The struggle may be life, but I do not see defeat in death. Simply the transition into something else. The defeat, to me, lies in giving up the struggle as endless.<br /><br />Semantics. Just semantics. I was reacting to a comment, rather than responding to your message.<br /><br />Sometimes I believe we may over-think a post that may be designed to help us experience and feel. And even if it was NOT designed for that, when I read it as a river, simply flowing from image to image, I knew precisely the message. Without words.<br /><br />Thank you, as always.<br /><br />(All is well, Louise. Thank you for your kindness on my blog.)JeannetteLShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13528285846408727632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273998760028140856.post-33899708488553049802012-04-28T12:01:51.404-06:002012-04-28T12:01:51.404-06:00What a wildly lovely photo that ferry crossing is....What a wildly lovely photo that ferry crossing is.S. Etolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01847206680320012887noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273998760028140856.post-17015254128650169862012-04-27T22:23:34.577-06:002012-04-27T22:23:34.577-06:00well, I'm not sure I see it the same way at al...well, I'm not sure I see it the same way at all<br /><br />only dead fish swim downstream with the current, and I think the universe forces all life forms to struggle to survive, struggle to exist ... and we do<br /><br />blade of grass or human form, the horse the goat and the monkey brained jockey all fight to survive every day<br /><br />when we give up, we die .. and easiy float downstream and was out to sea<br /><br />so, you see, our struggle is life and defeat is death<br /><br />life, survival, is winning for as long as we live<br /><br />and then it isn't<br /><br />Cheers,<br /><br />MarkAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273998760028140856.post-40474390153367235902012-04-26T22:01:49.098-06:002012-04-26T22:01:49.098-06:00Such beauty in your wordsSuch beauty in your wordsAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16151064836369618082noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273998760028140856.post-69904456428683186392012-04-26T17:05:49.955-06:002012-04-26T17:05:49.955-06:00"there is a sacred place for each of us withi..."there is a sacred place for each of us within this universe" What a beautiful, healing, hopeful statement of belonging.Josie Two Shoeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18388032819905416258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2273998760028140856.post-66994699326701009492012-04-26T16:51:49.163-06:002012-04-26T16:51:49.163-06:00louise, what a wonderful post..."god refuses ...louise, what a wonderful post..."god refuses no soul." i love that.Stacy Willshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01772566037273877407noreply@blogger.com