tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670725810728724759.post1435855254141637747..comments2011-01-13T04:51:22.968-08:00Comments on Make Like a Traveling Circus: Just Can't Shake That FeelingSarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02185704319582527078noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670725810728724759.post-13397713225613597362010-02-28T19:19:45.399-08:002010-02-28T19:19:45.399-08:00Cory and I enjoy your comment so much. We feel rea...Cory and I enjoy your comment so much. We feel really touched that you share your deeper thoughts and give thorough description of them. Keep them coming as and when they pop up! Much love to you and Helen from all three short onesSarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02185704319582527078noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8670725810728724759.post-68582042409315988602010-02-22T06:29:04.781-08:002010-02-22T06:29:04.781-08:00Your insights on grief match my experiences. The l...Your insights on grief match my experiences. The losses of others puts me in touch with the grief within, the grief that seems to be like a pool fed by each new loss. Sometimes the pool is quite shallow, sometimes seemingly to have dissipated completely, but is still there. Memories of grief, stirred by the loss of others, and those mysterious sounds, smells, and sights, which cause me to remember those that I do not see any more, send trickles into the pool. New losses bring currents of grief into the pool where they mingle with and stir up the grief from the past. Sometimes, I do indeed welcome the past memories and bits of pain because they are all that put me in touch with those whom I miss. Ah, but at other times, I have a sense of the presence of others, not in an eerie way, and share my thoughts with them, usually silently, especially if others are around.Ken Watkinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13203780611661232236noreply@blogger.com