tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post134248247496809995..comments2023-11-17T03:52:12.782-05:00Comments on murmurs: Ocean Blue, Ocean DeepSarah Hinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13888406261817690010noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-6553926623901243142010-02-07T19:57:13.760-05:002010-02-07T19:57:13.760-05:00Chris, believe me, I don't. Being a mom mysel...Chris, believe me, I don't. Being a mom myself, I'm constantly comparing myself to her...and often coming up short. I was truly blessed.<br /><br />I think it's an empathy, or perception, deficit with my father, and maybe your husband, too. But I know how deeply committed you are to your children's happiness, Chris, and I don't doubt that they'll feel as blessed as I do someday.Sarah Hinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13888406261817690010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-13143897259477736482010-02-07T13:07:41.610-05:002010-02-07T13:07:41.610-05:00I married someone like that. It goes deeper than ...I married someone like that. It goes deeper than the loss of words... there's also a loss of presence. That even when he's around, he's not really in tune with the people around him. There was a period of time (a long one) where I tried to "help" him. He's a good person. But, my kids know only the "Mom" places, really. There are a few outings with "Dad" that I think they'll remember. I try very hard to be in the moment, for them, and make up for the rest. I suspect that's what your mom did, and it seems she did it well. Don't underestimate the cost to her for this feat...Chris Eldinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16732006129353079344noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-59320919044877479642010-02-04T11:16:24.507-05:002010-02-04T11:16:24.507-05:00Mark, yes, balance is critical. You're such a ...Mark, yes, balance is critical. You're such a fine example of that. <br /><br />I spent much of my life trying to suppress dreams that felt wrong. Or out of reach. Writing erases the needs for such boundaries. It's keeping writing separate from real life that seems key. Contentment can be found in both worlds.<br /><br /><br />Kaye, I really enjoyed writing this piece. It felt very self-oriented, but in a different, more positive way from a lot of my stuff. And yes, dreams are endlessly fascinating to me. They are the true ocean depths. <br /><br />Thank you so much for your warm words here. It's so good to see you again!! <br /><br /><br />Nevine, you made me smile again. Thank you so much for that. I'm glad this piece made you feel close to me. So often, while reading your work, I have that uncanny sense of seeing my mind reflected in someone else. <br /><br />My family has been on my mind a lot lately. And in my dreams. I think it started with my grandfather's illness (he's actually doing better, which I'm very grateful for). Anyway, I've been feeling both the truth behind the old saying--that past is prologue--while also sensing that it doesn't have to be. I'd like to keep exploring the latter path. <br /><br /><br />Aniket, it takes one to know one. :) You are among the kindest people I've ever known. I bet your Dad knows it, too. <br /><br />When you have string theory figured out, lemme know, k? Because I know you're already becoming a pro at that second one.Sarah Hinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13888406261817690010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-13245374967820306082010-02-03T10:43:41.236-05:002010-02-03T10:43:41.236-05:00The first time I visited home after moving out, my...The first time I visited home after moving out, my Dad gave me a tight hug and wiped off a tear. Nothing needed to be said, nor told. <br /><br />Dads are mostly built that way. And us lots, well we can't ever have enough of words can we? We'll always crave for more.<br /><br />Everything in the whole wide world comes down to only two things:<br />1. The string theory<br />2. The epic battle of showing vs telling. :D :D <br /><br />You are a kind, kind soul. We can tell.Aniket Thakkarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18311954967682696734noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-7761100704152123562010-02-02T21:26:09.295-05:002010-02-02T21:26:09.295-05:00Sarah, this is a side of you that I don't thin...Sarah, this is a side of you that I don't think I've ever known before. Most of what I have read from you has not been personal, so this is a first for me. I always think that when we write about ourselves, and when we write about what's real, we write best. We know who we are, though sometimes we might think we don't. You do know yourself, and you know your family, and you know your father. And that is why this piece rings like a bell, though it is peaceful and quiet. <br /><br />There are two things going on. There is a piece of history that is being revisited, a piece of the past that helps you understand. And it feels and reads like a dream. And there is also the present, with its objective, though emotional, voice.<br /><br />Reading this, now, I feel like I know Sarah... like I've met you, and known you forever. And that part about the recessive gene that you inherited... it sings of that stretch that exists between father and daughter despite the tender love.<br /><br />Quite simply, I loved this.<br /><br />NevineNevine Sultanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08794887684860140819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-70583938289309681772010-02-02T20:03:35.577-05:002010-02-02T20:03:35.577-05:00How carefully we weave our way through dreams and ...How carefully we weave our way through dreams and reality. Our dreams are a kind of reality, too, aren't they? They give us a chance to figure things out and to wander emotionally. <br /><br />This is such an honest and open piece of writing. It has a memoir quality to it. I love the way you present it here.<br /><br />"Maybe the ocean isn’t merely a mirror, reflecting the sun’s rays, the cold expectations we harbor and nurse. Maybe it’s a reservoir of unplumbed depths, still capable of holding and surprising."<br /><br />This is simply captivating - and I do think it is both of those things that you so skillfully described. The ocean - so much like any one of us.K.Lawson Gilberthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11204234196229710524noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-12518624150812673172010-02-02T11:54:00.752-05:002010-02-02T11:54:00.752-05:00How is it that any story does not begin with a dre...How is it that any story does not begin with a dream? That you melded the dream seamlessly into the written reality makes the dream a necessary component of the dreamers soul being able to be found in her understanding.<br /><br />Dream on no matter where you find them and now matter how you incorporate them. <br /><br />It is a good thing to find the proper symbiosis between the imagined and the real.the walking manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10058913927297370740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-51633766598829177222010-02-01T23:34:18.132-05:002010-02-01T23:34:18.132-05:00Steve, I don't think it's just about sayin...Steve, I don't think it's just about saying it, or hearing it. We want people to show us love in the same way we feel comfortable demonstrating it. But that's likely expecting too much. And sometimes we don't recognize their way of showing it as a result. <br /><br />As for your daughter, I suspect she knows darn well how much she's loved. Like she also knows that she can beat her father at chess (ha ha). <br /><br /><br />David, thanks so much for sharing that. I think these emotions swim much deeper than words most of the time. It's the old adage again: show, don't tell. I'm sure your dad knew how much you loved him. <br /><br /><br />Charles, I'm dreaming most of my life away. And I'm okay with that. :) Thank you! <br /><br /><br />Wiredwriter, I really appreciate your kind words. And I just realized I never got back to your email about your zine! I'm so sorry. It's been a crazy week. I'll check it out soon, though. :)Sarah Hinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13888406261817690010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-71534040473222119082010-02-01T12:34:40.763-05:002010-02-01T12:34:40.763-05:00So very beautiful, Sarah. I read it twice to savor...So very beautiful, Sarah. I read it twice to savor it even more.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-48870006000565455362010-02-01T11:23:01.371-05:002010-02-01T11:23:01.371-05:00Dreams are so much a part of my world that I could...Dreams are so much a part of my world that I couldn't leave them out of my writing if I tried. There'd be no richness. This is wonderfully rich.Charles Gramlichhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02052592247572253641noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-76106736725185026532010-02-01T09:14:52.428-05:002010-02-01T09:14:52.428-05:00"Cigar-yellowed den" brought back memori..."Cigar-yellowed den" brought back memories of my own past. <br /><br />My dad and I were never able to say I love you until the very end. And with all the tears that day, I knew we had shown it in our own special way through the years. He passed away in 2005 and there's not a week that goes by that I don't think of him and mouth a silent "I love you, dad."<br /><br />Beautiful post Sarah. Thank you.David Cranmerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04749857752139212888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-34709939904221941512010-02-01T00:31:23.392-05:002010-02-01T00:31:23.392-05:00My dad's the same way. I think it's a com...My dad's the same way. I think it's a common affliction. In fact, I'm a dad and it's not in my nature to say "I love you" either; I have to remind myself. Because I don't want my daughter to end up like you, ha ha.<br /><br />By the way, that writing thing, yer doing it gud.Stephen Parrishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16883165490847664389noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-73267136940097231762010-01-31T23:23:19.088-05:002010-01-31T23:23:19.088-05:00Karen, I don't think I've always accepted ...Karen, I don't think I've always accepted his nature. (Okay, I know I haven't.) But I think I've been coming to the same realization that you have. To fight against someone's character, and only feel the rub of loss, is the one, sure way of denying love where it still exists. We can only be truly responsible for ourselves, in the end. <br /><br />Thank you, Karen. Your words are always deep and good. :) <br /><br /><br />Cat, it's funny, because I only saw the joyful parts while writing it. <br /><br />But you're right. I didn't want to deny the reality of a complicated relationship, but at the same time, I recognize how blessed I was to have the childhood I did. I felt a lot of warmth towards my dad in the dream. That's not unearned. <br /><br />I had the dream last night, so maybe it was inspired by your beautiful poem! :) I've read before that water represents emotion in dreams. And there was definitely something transcendent in its depths.Sarah Hinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13888406261817690010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-59957043586701294072010-01-31T22:24:48.479-05:002010-01-31T22:24:48.479-05:00Well that was just a tad presumptuous, you didn...Well that was just a tad presumptuous, you didn't actually say 'when' you had that dream. My bad. :-)catvibehttp://www.catvibe.net/blognoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-52868361722292414162010-01-31T22:22:35.173-05:002010-01-31T22:22:35.173-05:00I read the entire thing first, then I went back an...I read the entire thing first, then I went back and read only the dream. When I read the entire thing, I was filled with sadness and pain, and when I read the dream only I was filled with joy. In my poem Couplet for a Secret Lover (which you read before the dream ;-), I spoke of 'God, The Water'. Here, the water seems to represent that love and liquid connection that transcends human dramas and unites us as One. I was full of smiles when I read it Sarah. What an amazing and wonderful dream.catvibehttp://www.catvibe.net/blognoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2133579337316674953.post-88133047223244878412010-01-31T18:49:20.347-05:002010-01-31T18:49:20.347-05:00Over the years, Sarah, I have come to the realizat...Over the years, Sarah, I have come to the realization that we are who we are and no amount of wishing or praying will ever change who someone else is. That your father cannot speak his love is of <i>him</i>, not of you. That you know he loves you and that you accept his nature, speaks volumes about <i>you</i>. I am happy for your own children. You know how blessed they are.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12003379181294550035noreply@blogger.com