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Just wanted to thank you and to tell you that people can see, read, recognize your goodness, it is so tangible. You got such a good bunch of readers there, they making jokes even of themselves, and similar. I've noticed that many highlighted your 'Confession' regarding couple of 'soul-mate's attacks' on you. And then yours readers commented so funny even when it comes to so touchy topic that we all should review amongst. Please, feel totally, but totally free with replying(not) on my emails, posts, anything...
Regarding Church....Oh I love Her...LOVE Church
You really have fine readers and they just enjoy your different way of expression, your sense of humor, picturesqueness...simplicity...quickness...
I love to read, enjoy, cry, find my self in poetry...but I can not write poems. I'd like to be able to express myself, my feelings and to burst, sometimes in verses. But they are too high for me to reach them...need to wait eternity, I suppose... to express them...
Please do not mind me...
i hope your mum is going to be alright. I'll remember her in my prayers.
Thank you
and ignore me, not a bother at all,
Stana
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Well, Stana, your first language may not be English, but you communicate (express yourself)very well, poetically even! The line that spoke to me most: "I just want to be (trust)worthy of my life. To attract other to the real life. To the Truth." Amen.
ReplyDeleteJohn W. White
Purcellville, VA
You know, even tho the writing on this blog is superb, it's the pics that bring me here everyday. Love them.
ReplyDeleteMay God thank you...
ReplyDeleteLife is amazing...
I'm in love with Sunday...
Heather you are wonderful!!!
"Tomorrow I would have to go back again to my daily routine and my lessons; I felt an exile again and longed for Heaven, my true home, where it would be always Sunday." (St. Therese of Lisieux)
Wow! Stana, you expressed so beautifully what I wanted to say! and John, "to be (trust)worthy of my life"--Yes! Such a paradox: my life is not about me, yet it is all up to me when it comes down to it--how much do I love the unlovable--my personal cross/how joyfully do I bear love to the other, especially when the cost is dear and my motive is misunderstood. And the Church--the Most High order!--I love the way you put that! She is bleeding; I want to comfort Her.
ReplyDeletea big thank you to Stana and you Heather for posting it. What a joy to see the joy in another so joyfully and beautifully expressed.
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Stephen Sparrow
Heather, I'm so pleased you "ignore[d]" Stana in the way you did. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely post and so honest.
ReplyDeleteStana, I feel humbled reading what you wrote. What a heart ... what simplicity and joy. And how wonderful the internet can be, to give us contact with a person like you. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI love to read, enjoy, cry, find my self in poetry...but I can not write poems. I'd like to be able to express myself, my feelings and to burst, sometimes in verses. But they are too high for me to reach them...need to wait eternity, I suppose... to express them.
ReplyDelete-- Likewise for me, Stana. Beautifully stated. :)
Jason, thanks for citing the words below:
ReplyDelete"I love to read, enjoy, cry, find my self in poetry...but I can not write poems. I'd like to be able to express myself, my feelings and to burst, sometimes in verses. But they are too high for me to reach them...need to wait eternity, I suppose... to express them."
Stana, this is poetry, beautiful poetry! So, you indeed can write poetry. As if we didn't have a prompt from Heather's good eye as she introduced this post.
Keep writing, Stana.
John W. White
Purcellville, VA
Beautiful, folks, right? Stana sent me another long heartfelt e-mail yesterday for posting this (with her permission, of course).
ReplyDeleteIt ended:
"I can not tell how touchy this is for me...
Respect,
Stana"...