tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21698605.post2432015100991399835..comments2023-11-05T17:00:29.086+09:00Comments on The Misplaced Man in Japan: Things I do.NYDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17182735945473879595noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21698605.post-67239218870103486642013-05-10T03:45:20.120+09:002013-05-10T03:45:20.120+09:00We are like islands in the way you wrote of...indi...We are like islands in the way you wrote of...individuals trapped in our own little worlds, yet floating around independently, but covered in a sort of membrane (much like a blood cell) which is permeable. We receive information and energy, as well as give information and energy. But rather than being an island, I more think of us like rubber ducks in a big tub...surrounded by water, bumping into each other on occasion :) We ARE all in this thing together, but also, at times, very much alone. (Perhaps the blood cell idea is actually better than rubber ducks, but the ducks are cuter!)<br /> <br />I wish, often, when I'm alone and thinking of someone one far away (blog friends, dead loved ones, or people who live in Alaska :) that there was a way to break through the barrier of time, space, and location and simply communicate. Sometimes I do speak, almost prayer like, to the person I'm thinking of. The alternative, of course, is texting- which is almost as good, except it doesn't seem to work with the dearly departed or bloggers in other countries. I guess this is why we have computers and email? ;)<br /><br />Above all- what I read and feel in this post is about connection, as well as lack thereof. It's the thing that tickles my brain too...wondering how and where I fit in, especially now that my "place" in the world is radically changing as I watch my kids go and emerge into adulthood. My baby rubber ducks aren't paddling behind me anymore...I'd better stop now. I might get all mushy and start writing my own blog post...<br />♥♥♥♥♥♥ Mayden' s Voyagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03169575773884459343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21698605.post-59917754089910892672013-05-10T03:45:02.842+09:002013-05-10T03:45:02.842+09:00We are like islands in the way you wrote of...indi...We are like islands in the way you wrote of...individuals trapped in our own little worlds, yet floating around independently, but covered in a sort of membrane (much like a blood cell) which is permeable. We receive information and energy, as well as give information and energy. But rather than being an island, I more think of us like rubber ducks in a big tub...surrounded by water, bumping into each other on occasion :) We ARE all in this thing together, but also, at times, very much alone. (Perhaps the blood cell idea is actually better than rubber ducks, but the ducks are cuter!)<br /> <br />I wish, often, when I'm alone and thinking of someone one far away (blog friends, dead loved ones, or people who live in Alaska :) that there was a way to break through the barrier of time, space, and location and simply communicate. Sometimes I do speak, almost prayer like, to the person I'm thinking of. The alternative, of course, is texting- which is almost as good, except it doesn't seem to work with the dearly departed or bloggers in other countries. I guess this is why we have computers and email? ;)<br /><br />Above all- what I read and feel in this post is about connection, as well as lack thereof. It's the thing that tickles my brain too...wondering how and where I fit in, especially now that my "place" in the world is radically changing as I watch my kids go and emerge into adulthood. My baby rubber ducks aren't paddling behind me anymore...I'd better stop now. I might get all mushy and start writing my own blog post...<br />♥♥♥♥♥♥ Mayden' s Voyagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03169575773884459343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21698605.post-22784362623697779752013-04-29T13:37:02.271+09:002013-04-29T13:37:02.271+09:00This is what has been going on with me: ???
It...This is what has been going on with me: ???<br /><br />It's a good thing I like asking questions.The Grunthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03845796879498225434noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21698605.post-70445572850753757372013-04-26T22:08:08.489+09:002013-04-26T22:08:08.489+09:00I really love reading the comments to this blog. T...I really love reading the comments to this blog. They usually offer an alternative "take" on my original train of thought and are, more often than not, worthy of expansion on a post of their own. Thanks Ladies!NYDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17182735945473879595noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21698605.post-65324158488591736332013-04-26T10:05:23.840+09:002013-04-26T10:05:23.840+09:00what's tickling my cerebellum (ie what am i EN...what's tickling my cerebellum (ie what am i ENJOYING thinking about) hhmm....not a whole lot. the things occupying my thoughts and requiring mental energy are really frustrating the hell out of me. though on the occasions when a student wants to talk about a book or gets a light in their eye when i challenge them to think about what they've read....that's really a good brain tickle. i just wish the powers that be had a sense that this was more important than having kids hunch over desks filling in bubble sheets for two weeks. that this is the sort of thing that matters.limehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17259558876349307173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21698605.post-45078321339160008382013-04-26T05:59:01.402+09:002013-04-26T05:59:01.402+09:00I thought my eyes were deceiving me when I saw on ...I thought my eyes were deceiving me when I saw on my sidebar that there were new posts on your blog. Yay!<br /><br />I don't know about you, but I now seem to be in a place where there are more questions than answers. Some days it's just maddening.:)Serenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00798532682456165053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21698605.post-40717041305666597992013-04-25T21:09:59.398+09:002013-04-25T21:09:59.398+09:00There are no answers for some of the questions in ...There are no answers for some of the questions in life that we ask but they are interesting to think about.<br />We are all made of the same atoms and molecules but our emotions and imaginations are entirely our own and make us whom we are.<br />We are all influenced by our experiences and surroundings, they all add to the 'self' and enrich our lives.<br />xoxoxo ♡ <br />diannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06171808338793139579noreply@blogger.com