I'll be back when I can form them. {sorry.} Or when I can put it into words. The ground, pulled out, dangled, like ripe fruit at the end of a bowing branch, high summer, in front of me.
Until then,
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Congratulations on being named one of the TimesOnline World's 50 Best Food Blogs!
The wordless time is as important as the "word" time - often more important. We must have it. It is the place where we find the words or don't find them. You have taught me that so many experiences defy words and that they are no less potent and meaningful/scary/moving/transformative/haunting/revolutionary if we cannot find the words for them. The most life changing experiences in my life have often been and are still the ones that leave me wordless. I believe I am looking for the words for them still. I may never quite find them but I am certain there are those like you who grant me my wordlessness, create a safe space for it, stand with me, holding my hand in reverence for the thing that cannot be named, described, tamed, altogether understood. I am holding your hand too.
I recently came across your blog and have been reading along. I thought I would leave my first comment. I don't know what to say except that I have enjoyed reading. Nice blog. I will keep visiting often.
Congratulations on being named one of the TimesOnline World's 50 Best Food Blogs!
Posted by: Scooter | 23 February 2009 at 11:51 AM
Definitely one of the great pleasure of london, the parks. I hope they give you some comfort and air if that is what you need.
Posted by: jennywenny | 23 February 2009 at 12:36 PM
The wordless time is as important as the "word" time - often more important. We must have it. It is the place where we find the words or don't find them. You have taught me that so many experiences defy words and that they are no less potent and meaningful/scary/moving/transformative/haunting/revolutionary if we cannot find the words for them. The most life changing experiences in my life have often been and are still the ones that leave me wordless. I believe I am looking for the words for them still. I may never quite find them but I am certain there are those like you who grant me my wordlessness, create a safe space for it, stand with me, holding my hand in reverence for the thing that cannot be named, described, tamed, altogether understood. I am holding your hand too.
Posted by: Kelley G. | 23 February 2009 at 03:39 PM
Uh-oh, Shuna...sounds like trouble. Are you okay? Sounds like you need a hug. Here's a virtual one:
{{{{{{{{{{{{{{hug}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
Posted by: whimsy2 | 23 February 2009 at 07:17 PM
I recently came across your blog and have been reading along. I thought I would leave my first comment. I don't know what to say except that I have enjoyed reading. Nice blog. I will keep visiting often.
Posted by: Miriam | 24 February 2009 at 10:06 AM
Take care of yourself. I'll be thinking of you and hoping for the best!
Posted by: Dragana | 24 February 2009 at 09:25 PM