Comments on: Hieroglyphs of a turbulent heart

By: Kristina

Kristina — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 23:43:36 +0000

Ahh…thank you for your honesty! It takes courage.

By: Sam

Sam — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 19:28:13 +0000

Feels like forever since I’ve left a comment - just to say that yes, I also feel that I write to remember, the feeling and thoughts and just the way the light falls - and how brave you are to share your journals with others! I never really journalled for any length of time until I had my blog, but I would not like people to read whatever I wrote, always so earnest and yet afraid to write it down, sometimes, to make it permanent -

By: Jenni in KS

Jenni in KS — Sat, 05 Apr 2008 01:36:14 +0000

My husband and I have been married almost 18 years, half our lives. A few years ago while we were packing our clearing out in preparation for our move to the country, he ran across an old poetry journal from high school. It was where I’d written favorite poems and some of my own–some about him–my senior year. I jumped up to grab it, and, seeing my urgency to snatch it away, he opened and started skimming through it. I begged him not to. We share everything–almost–and he must have thought I was kidding and that there would be some journal entry about him or another boy hidden in there for him to tease me about. Then he started reading one of my poems out loud. There was no malice in the act. He seemed to really like the poem. But it was more than I could bear. I fell on the floor, sobbing loudly, and begging to have the journal back. He handed it back with a heartfelt apology attached. Poor man. He still has no clue why it upset me. He is not a private person. And I have no logical reason for this moment either. The feelings expressed in that poem are no secret to him. Sometimes it is easier to speak plainly and lay my soul bare for a stranger than for the person who matters most to me in this world.

You write beautifully. I’ll be back for more.

By: Paul

Paul — Thu, 03 Apr 2008 22:45:52 +0000

I suspect the only man who can hold you will be the one who loves not just you, but — equally (or even more so (a problem, no?) — that wild place which bore you: a place he can never enter but to which you are compelled to peripatetically return. That, I further suspect, is a chief reason why running is so therapeutic for you, as it presents the imminent possibility of arrival.

By: andrea

andrea — Thu, 03 Apr 2008 21:19:29 +0000

This post made me giggle. Maybe because we both have a flair for the dramatics. Blogs are funny creatures too. What could be a fleeting thought becomes larger than life on the computer screen. Bravo to you for keeping your integrity intact. I always find pause in your thoughts however random or true to life they may be.
Hugs,
a.

By: Molly

Molly — Thu, 03 Apr 2008 20:51:47 +0000

My mother found my diary when I was eight. She scolded me for writing “too many negative things about your father.” I knew she read it subsequently after that, checking in. I know I am curious, this is why I come and read others’ blogs. But I can’t stifle the fury I had at her nosiness.

My own husband is trustworthy though. I could (and have) left my journal out in plain sight. He doesn’t read my blog either. He shrugs and says those things belong to me. I appreciate it, though I wonder if I’m just not interesting enough for him to sneak a peak.

By: gem

gem — Thu, 03 Apr 2008 02:57:04 +0000

i love your writing…

By: steph

steph — Wed, 02 Apr 2008 21:35:09 +0000

Dr. Seuss says it well in ‘My Many Colored Days’ which I’m sure is already on Bean’s bookshelf

By: Emily

Emily — Wed, 02 Apr 2008 19:10:36 +0000

So I have been reading & lurking since Ali Edwards mentioned you on her blog. Can I just tell you that I love this post. I love that you write this way - honestly, about each moment, every feeling, good & bad. That you take time to describe your passions, without apology. It gives me courage to write this way, maybe not on my blog - it’s for family & grandparents mostly, but in my private journals. That it’s OK to acknowledge, examine, even embrace the longing, serious, discontented moments of marriage, motherhood and life; that it doesn’t detract from the joyful ones to do so. Sorry to ramble, just, thank you.

By: Lizzie

Lizzie — Wed, 02 Apr 2008 16:07:54 +0000

I echo what everyone else has already voiced in their comments, and especially what you have written. You hit it right on the head! My boyfriend, which is too light a term for what our relationship is, can be jealous and insecure when it comes to anyone from my past. I wish I had the strength you had to fight back, but maybe now I can borrow your sentiments to attempt to explain my different daily moods, selves, colors of the heart, mind and soul.