tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post8046603886336410352..comments2023-12-24T07:03:54.887-04:00Comments on Oasis Writing Link™: Love StoriesCynthia Pittmannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12656761837022197235noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-1155583198231218132019-03-30T21:38:12.426-04:002019-03-30T21:38:12.426-04:00Hey, I think your blog might be having browser
co...Hey, I think your blog might be having browser <br />compatibility issues. When I look at your website in Firefox, it <br />looks fine but when opening in Internet Explorer, it has some overlapping.<br />I just wanted to give you a quick heads up! Other then that, very good blog!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-50719328303843829452019-03-28T07:47:15.707-04:002019-03-28T07:47:15.707-04:00Do you have a spam issue on this website; I also a...Do you have a spam issue on this website; I also am a blogger, and I was wanting to know your situation; we have <br />developed some nice practices and we are looking to trade methods <br />with other folks, please shoot me an email if interested.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-70178631396128880732009-07-24T02:57:06.196-04:002009-07-24T02:57:06.196-04:00i just checked out you page.i remember amber as a ...i just checked out you page.i remember amber as a baby.i love the family pictures,and the stories of your childhood,did you know i also lived in your dads house in taylor.your dad was very smart and a fair man,loved him very much,your mom was like my mom,she gave me alot of advice,she was a strong woman.i could go on forever but i wont,you had great parents,and they were loved by many.tammy cristnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-64316265733368232702009-07-14T09:08:59.779-04:002009-07-14T09:08:59.779-04:00Cynthia,
This post tugged at my heartstrings. I v...Cynthia,<br /><br />This post tugged at my heartstrings. I very often struggle to remember. I confess the first reason I started blogging was to try to recapture my childhood memories. The writing helps me really connect with some old hurts and joys. Sometimes I worry that I'm too melancholic in my writing and I struggle not to be that way...:-(<br /><br />I do surprise myself with the things I remember easily; then I am disappointed when I forget others.<br /><br />MJ's death triggered moments in my tweens that I had forgotten.<br /><br />Thanks for sharing your love stories.<br /><br />Mama ShujaaHana Njau-Okolohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15978662559579409259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-83886742259398323552009-07-12T09:56:01.318-04:002009-07-12T09:56:01.318-04:00That's a nice pic of you and your lovely daugh...That's a nice pic of you and your lovely daughter..ryliejhttp://www.mycountryroads.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-11229766565832490352009-07-12T09:53:51.004-04:002009-07-12T09:53:51.004-04:00Hi Cynthia, i love that love sone music vid too!Hi Cynthia, i love that love sone music vid too!marvelinghttp://www.meetourclan.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-36750513656325171682009-07-12T06:53:48.341-04:002009-07-12T06:53:48.341-04:00Thank you for visiting my blog and leaving such a ...Thank you for visiting my blog and leaving such a nice comment. This posts was beautiful and reinforces the joy I have, wrapped in the love of my daughters.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-19435915654067046802009-07-11T22:05:55.063-04:002009-07-11T22:05:55.063-04:00I am taken by surprise and even comforted by this ...I am taken by surprise and even comforted by this entry. I, too, have been experiencing numerous memories of late. I was beginning to be concerned that something might be "wrong" with me. But then the more intuitive side of me decided that I was probably evolving (sorry, I know that I sound like a hippie) into a more "solid" person. I have described this experience poorly. I hope that you know what I am trying to express. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-63383287293049884352009-07-10T01:34:00.926-04:002009-07-10T01:34:00.926-04:00Just checkin' in....got some nice sounds if yo...Just checkin' in....got some nice sounds if you like...thought of telling you cos you're always posting nice sounds....these ones, too, are meditative...xx♥ Brajahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07693196044262677095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-86975757291051754262009-07-09T11:03:59.702-04:002009-07-09T11:03:59.702-04:00thanks for sending affection this way...proud to b...thanks for sending affection this way...proud to be yr friend C..cheersR. Rameshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00314470449340373184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-74294694115473512942009-07-09T08:32:46.512-04:002009-07-09T08:32:46.512-04:00Marie Isabelle, welcome! I'm sorry I didn'...Marie Isabelle, welcome! I'm sorry I didn't get back with a response before you returned. Yes, memories can make you brood...and contemplation is different...I think it's like the difference between apathy and peacefulness. Sometimes we need practice to get the most out of the emotional energy that flows through us. I think long walks, periods of silence, and a meditative routine helps me to balance intense emotions. When I was younger, I was mastered by emotions...now I try to just let them flow through me. Thank you for coming over from your peppy and (popular!)vintage postcard blog. I love to see your success...and what you will think of next. Love to you and your family <3<br /><br /><br />TPC,yes, it's that you so appreciate history...especially social history that it's alive in you...maybe your memories are from another life? I guess we have to be careful that we give enough attention to this one, right? This comment is not necessarily to your case but I think it's tempting to place ourselves in another place as a comforting escape...I'm thinking of when I used to read historical romance so much. When I was 18 I read all day for many months...in between every duty. I think I was depressed. I had to break the habit in order to notice the vibrant life around me. Thank you for your reflective presence, Mr. Pink xx <3Cynthia Pittmannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12656761837022197235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-89114986092466185482009-07-09T08:30:49.349-04:002009-07-09T08:30:49.349-04:00Hi friends, thank you so much for your generous co...Hi friends, thank you so much for your generous comments. Sorry I got behind in the replies, we didn't have internet service for a couple of days...<br /><br />Phoenix, glad to have you stop by for a visit!<br />Lala Ema (MCIS), thank you for your visit and for reading my poetry. Your own open spontaneous creations are also celebrated by me. <br /><br />Yes, I think there are different qualities to looking back. Sometimes we long or yearn for the past...but I prefer when the past is alive in the present like a welcome visitor and not weighted by remorse or heavy loss. (We don't always-usually (?)- get to chose!) I will be over to visit your Spanish blog-castle shortly. <3<br /><br />R, thanks for providing me with a link to the Tamil song, adi ennadi rakkamma, I learn so much from bloggers around the world. I appreciate that you took time to share this fun Indian classic 'every-one-knows-it-song with me. (Make sure that you also thank your friend, Sai, for his energetic research!) Also, thanks for the background story. I live in the country and have lived in the city, too. I think that values are related to people rather than the setting...but I have loved many books and songs that celebrate country life. It's space within nature that I find so satisfyingly compelling. Sending affection your way. <3<br /><br />Teri, yes, your thoughts of music would be connected to your husband, Mike. When we hear music, especially shared songs, it magically brings the person we shared with back to life...and then we remember that they have died all over again. Sometimes the loss feeling changes,though, and becomes a sweet yearning that makes the feeling of love expand. I look for that sensation...but sometimes it takes time...memories can be comforting...and not always bearers of pain. I hope you reconcile with music...sometimes we have to discover a new kind that reaches us in a way that is unique. (I listen to chants a lot.)<br />But it's always fun to listen to a playful song and just dance around the house while doing housework-that was what R. Ramesh was writing about. <br />Yes, I do appreciate the group of people who connect with us here at OWL blog. I feel I have made real friends here...and, for that, I am overflowing with appreciation and affection. <3<br /><br />Maithri, it is such an honor to welcome you here. I wish that more people would be able to give to the people of Swaziland. I am so grateful that I know someone who is helping others in a concrete way, and that I can support your efforts. I'm only sorry that I give so little. I find your personality charming, and your heart abundant. What a combination! I hope that many more decide to make a contribution to improving our world. thank you for reading my poetry and reflections. I also enjoy your connected 'sharings'. Love to you, friend. <3<br />FF,I so appreciate that you appreciate my poetry. I know that you love Byron and the Romantics-emotionally complex English writers (I do too), so it's nice that I can reach out to you a little bit. I know what you mean about memories coming back strongly once you reach a certain age. I've read that this experience is common...is it hormones? Who knows...I'm just riding on the waves of life, occasionally plunging in the daunting memory water in hopes of creating something new and satisfying. I so appreciate your visit. <3Cynthia Pittmannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12656761837022197235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-44642960537644028152009-07-09T08:28:43.327-04:002009-07-09T08:28:43.327-04:00Lori Ann,yes, living in the present is important a...Lori Ann,yes, living in the present is important and I don't think I have mastered it. The other day it was late and we had company from out of town. I noticed the energy I was carrying...tense and anticipatory. I was making myself tired by being tired...if that makes any sense. I decided to just relax and accept my tiredness...to let go of any feeling of moving forward. I then remembered the present inside my body. It was a relief to give up the resistance to the moment. I hope to remember to stay in the moment more often. I think we have to work out a balance with goals/intention with a deep experience of where we are in the here and now. Difficult, indeed! Thank you for your comment. I think you do celebrate the moment...and it's wonderful to see you so engaged with all that is happening in your life at Loritimesfive. Love to you, friend. <3 <br /><br /><br />Becky, how nice of you to give me such appreciative feedback. I didn't know about all that you have gone through. I did read about your girls and saw a spark of magic there. You know how enriching that connection is...sometimes we just overlook what is right near our heart because it's so close. But you seem to know it...and I wonder if that is from the transformation that has occurred in your life? I hope you come by again for a visit. You are welcome and appreciated. <3<br /><br />Vicki, I love to walk down memory lane with you too-especially the way you enliven it with today's sensibility. --so creative and romantic. Thank you for your visit and comment. <3xx <br /><br />Et, welcome!<br /><br />Eleanor, so glad that you were able to come over from Thatchwick cottage for a little visit. It does sound as if you are busy balancing work writing and blog writing. I know that we all struggle with that kind of balance seeking...me too. I think of blog writing as communication, immediate and similar to many important relationships. It's a way of giving and consequently, receiving. Thank you for your comment. May your life be filled with all that you need and want. <3<br /><br />Marie, I hope you come back to read the above comment(to you). I'm afraid I got behind! <3Cynthia Pittmannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12656761837022197235noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-89335808741303798112009-07-09T03:55:22.952-04:002009-07-09T03:55:22.952-04:00Just checking in my dear!Just checking in my dear!Marie Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18071668321977054448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-84219990617017979492009-07-08T11:09:14.900-04:002009-07-08T11:09:14.900-04:00Lovely to visit your blog and thanks for your visi...Lovely to visit your blog and thanks for your visit to mine - Thatchwick cottage. I also have two daughters and the relationship is special. I am also a university professor and finding time for blogging remains a challenge. With our university it is all publish or perish and they don't mean on a blog!!!!! Have a good day!Eleanorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05185383497671795758noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-14733628556907708172009-07-07T21:32:51.835-04:002009-07-07T21:32:51.835-04:00Thanks for share. I like it. great picture also.I ...Thanks for share. I like it. great picture also.I hope you visit my blog and share some information.easytravelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00900950953089946451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-76384270222413038022009-07-07T12:35:41.075-04:002009-07-07T12:35:41.075-04:00Memory lane...I walk there often Cynthia. Perhaps ...Memory lane...I walk there often Cynthia. Perhaps it is age or perhaps it is just our way of enjoying and learning from our experiences. Great post as always, xv.vicki archerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07847183975086900816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-91880659994980892132009-07-07T11:04:06.585-04:002009-07-07T11:04:06.585-04:00Oh that was an awesome blog.Just simply amazing.Th...Oh that was an awesome blog.Just simply amazing.The words you use and the way you put them together.<br /><br /> I have a great realtionship with my girls.I dont know if you know or not but Iam a widow.My husband died 7 years ago and I must say I was a bit scared even though the girls were into their late teens.But all is greater than before if you can believe it.I know exactly what your saying in this blog,HUGS!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-28053977593438456232009-07-07T11:04:00.944-04:002009-07-07T11:04:00.944-04:00Oh that was an awesome blog.Just simply amazing.Th...Oh that was an awesome blog.Just simply amazing.The words you use and the way you put them together.<br /><br /> I have a great realtionship with my girls.I dont know if you know or not but Iam a widow.My husband died 7 years ago and I must say I was a bit scared even though the girls were into their late teens.But all is greater than before if you can believe it.I know exactly what your saying in this blog,HUGS!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-26016204235975211522009-07-07T02:22:43.544-04:002009-07-07T02:22:43.544-04:00Dear Cynthia,
this is a lovely post that i've...Dear Cynthia,<br /><br />this is a lovely post that i've enjoyed reading so much (even with a lump in my throat) my 2 youngest going off in August and September.<br /><br />I found one of your commenters saying something that interested me also, that the older we get the more we live in the past. I believe that if we do that, then we stop living. I have a deep love for the beauty of now and also empty journals waiting to be filled,making new memories for the rest of my life. <br /><br />thank you for taking us down this path.<br /><br />love,<br />loriLori annhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02860428306713379828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-88352894436564924112009-07-06T20:13:32.957-04:002009-07-06T20:13:32.957-04:00I often think that I am but a memory that belongs ...I often think that I am but a memory that belongs to someone else, in another time and place. The totality of my mind is populated by an endless stream of memories. Truly. Of course, I always get the chance to make or invent new memories...The Pink Cowboyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09006823919205286012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-15589601773056834642009-07-06T13:31:42.310-04:002009-07-06T13:31:42.310-04:00In contemplation of created things, By steps we ma...In contemplation of created things, By steps we may ascend to God. --Milton. <br /><br />You are such an amazingly strong woman! I tend to run away from memories. Even the good ones seem hurtful because of the time period that they happened in. I tend to be a brooder instead of a one who contemplates. There is quite a difference! I'm always looking forward because I'm afraid to look back. It's a shame because I'm not learning from my mistakes or have the ability to revel in past happiness! I've always been amazed at your ability to analyze sadness and happiness equally! Huge hugs my dear!Marie Reedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18071668321977054448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-1594717705426736032009-07-06T12:31:14.887-04:002009-07-06T12:31:14.887-04:00C, u managed to listen to that song!!? gr8 friend....C, u managed to listen to that song!!? gr8 friend..basically the hero is from a village and the woman is a rude urban dweller..so he tells the values of rural areas in the movie..cheers and stay connectedR. Rameshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00314470449340373184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-35310672017740500442009-07-06T06:57:12.915-04:002009-07-06T06:57:12.915-04:00Oh C you write so wonderfully. Those poems were be...Oh C you write so wonderfully. Those poems were beautiful.<br /><br />I am also going through lots of unbidden early memories surging to the front of my mind lately - out of the blue I get images of when I was a young child, a teenager, a young woman. It is becoming slightly unnerving - especially as so many of them are making me very emotional. <br /><br />Hormones I guess<br /><br />xxFrench Fancy...https://www.blogger.com/profile/04941577892849157015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261918990960241225.post-77535224560379680292009-07-06T05:13:47.185-04:002009-07-06T05:13:47.185-04:00Dear Cynthia,
You are a wonder!
I love your poet...Dear Cynthia,<br /><br />You are a wonder!<br /><br />I love your poetry and your reflections,<br /><br />Thank you also for your generosity to the people of Swaziland,<br /><br />Your kindness humbles me deeply,<br /><br />Sending you love and light on the morning breeze,<br /><br />MMaithrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17039947095595430108noreply@blogger.com