tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107067211236991214.post5564753007843462593..comments2024-02-08T03:28:53.645-08:00Comments on the mother load: 15 momentsAnnie Addingtonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15995817232815214940noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107067211236991214.post-11950948572933862922008-02-28T04:09:00.000-08:002008-02-28T04:09:00.000-08:00Hi, Annie! I read this post earlier, but only now ...Hi, Annie! I read this post earlier, but only now have responded to it. I referenced you on my own blog, queenkelley.com. Hope you don't mind. I grew up in Manchester, GA, and my mom thought I'd enjoy reading your blog. She was right! I'm with you on Eat Pray Love! I'm at the Ashram with her right now, and sometimes I wonder what rabbit she's chasing and when she'll begin to look outward rather than inward. Still, it's been a fascinating trip inside someone else's mind.<BR/><BR/>I enjoyed the exercise of listing moments in my day with the girls. Thanks!<BR/><BR/>--KelleyUnknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04606110948854619639noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107067211236991214.post-73268140266117277982008-02-27T12:00:00.000-08:002008-02-27T12:00:00.000-08:00Enjoyed your moments, Shannon. Also, in case anyon...Enjoyed your moments, Shannon. Also, in case anyone is reading this late I noticed that that big ol' photo of Eat Pray Love looks like a wholesale endorsement from me for that book. And I'll admit I'm enjoying it, but it's no literary masterpiece and the author sort of overdoes it on her attempts at beings witty to the point of being a tad bit annoying. And even she admits to being self-absorbed. So, just wanted to throw out a disclaimer before I send anyone rushing off to the bookstore. I enjoy jumping into the life of someone with the freedom to travel (and meditate in an Ashram for hours on end) though, since I'm not doing either of those things with young kids at home. So for me it's been a fun read.Annie Addingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15995817232815214940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107067211236991214.post-65817703720400253682008-02-26T05:51:00.000-08:002008-02-26T05:51:00.000-08:00oh- and one more- every time (like now) I see an o...oh- and one more- every time (like now) I see an oak standing there just like it was the day before, my heart leaps! I cannot help my love affair and the simplicity of it is my joy!shannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02708505279716205311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8107067211236991214.post-51496249509567900902008-02-26T05:32:00.000-08:002008-02-26T05:32:00.000-08:00Since I'm reading the same book, same part, same r...Since I'm reading the same book, same part, same reminders, and breathing in the same fresh days, playing with the same love of the universe (children), my joy this very moment is realizing the connection between us ALL - "a candleflame in Tibet leans when I move"- Mary Oliver.<BR/>other joys:<BR/>the kids nonchalantly calling, one minute! we're picking daffodils. . . as I call them to come in for their nap.<BR/>Nora reading to Cavan, sounds mingling with the fan's whir & my mind's hum.<BR/>sharing prayers for all children, al mothers and fathers, all people struggling to just breathe in fresh days.shannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02708505279716205311noreply@blogger.com