tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637577035521955477.post7708556898429037347..comments2024-03-15T09:27:43.093-07:00Comments on keeper of wild places: fences and rocksjozienhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10212900310477832041noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637577035521955477.post-32358555350909810872011-01-17T15:16:11.722-08:002011-01-17T15:16:11.722-08:00hmmmm yes, thanks for all your beautiful responses...hmmmm yes, thanks for all your beautiful responses.<br />sand, snow :) i love that snow, i loved the sand, yes where ever i go, there i am. And when i go, i know i fear the snow will melt and then what's left is me, the same grain of sand. <br />Hopefully a little more polished :)jozienhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10212900310477832041noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637577035521955477.post-58790744665437701572011-01-17T14:24:09.850-08:002011-01-17T14:24:09.850-08:00I have been with you on this journey. I love you,...I have been with you on this journey. I love you, good friend. I only ask that you do what you must with care and with grace as best you can.<br /><br />No one needs to be punished. Life is hard enough without that.<br /><br />I like it that you see the fence running through the same land both sides. They say around here, "wherever you go, there you are." The landscape ends up the same. You choose to love another, and unless you deeply change yourself you will end up with a similar love.<br /><br />So many people want to fix their lover, have faith that they can, and in the end discover they did not and never will. This could be you with them, and just as likely them with you as well.<br /><br />We all know this stuff, right? How come we do it anyway?christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637577035521955477.post-79974499480173429412011-01-16T08:30:46.654-08:002011-01-16T08:30:46.654-08:00Hey Wild Lady ,The difference between the snow an...Hey Wild Lady ,The difference between the snow and the sand. Is that, the sand is like our true world ,its very hard to keep the grains of sand together. They keep moving although they move as one ,with the winds or pushed into a footprint all the grains are touching but not together.<br /> But the snow is pressed together but only for a little while, only a blanket. Its beauty covers our world for a time then melts away. That blanket covers more than our surroundings sometimes. Be happy Jozien:)Brianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13307538108627287225noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4637577035521955477.post-45642711755344457562011-01-15T22:17:55.579-08:002011-01-15T22:17:55.579-08:00Wonderful views here, Jozien, but it's sad in ...Wonderful views here, Jozien, but it's sad in the end to read about your marriage like this, both of you on opposite sides of the fence.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.com