tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post2326515313950278596..comments2023-10-20T08:28:27.175-07:00Comments on Writerquake: Form for All: Prose/Poetry—FarewellsLydiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11135393270656573516noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-31671715521308009702014-02-15T16:23:25.102-08:002014-02-15T16:23:25.102-08:00Especially moving. Btw, you have my vote for usin...Especially moving. Btw, you have my vote for using your time to do what needs to be done rather than dutifully responding. naomi dagen bloomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636592739857173279noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-9725536823394499842014-02-03T19:33:48.034-08:002014-02-03T19:33:48.034-08:00Very matter of fact, but gentle and sensitive.
bl...Very matter of fact, but gentle and sensitive.<br /><br />blessings and Bear hugs!Rob-bearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00171692478879522588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-71088846154167707752014-02-01T21:20:59.721-08:002014-02-01T21:20:59.721-08:00This whole mortality thing is a trip, isn't it...This whole mortality thing is a trip, isn't it? My mom received my grandma's ashes in the mail, & opened the package not knowing what it was. On the one hand, the idea that we're all dying is a freak out, on the other hand, it's kind of a relief.Who Am Us Anyway?https://www.blogger.com/profile/08260586634760800759noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-780668640981595122014-02-01T18:13:10.342-08:002014-02-01T18:13:10.342-08:00Thank you for sharing that very personal time with...Thank you for sharing that very personal time with us-<br />I wish I could have had that moment with my mother.<br />Unfortunately my father had Neptune Society pick up her body from the hospital and cremate it with none of us there then nor when they then flew over the Nevada side of the Sierras and scattered her ashes with none of us present. It was like it he could not get rid of her fast enough.Kathe W.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06781645436343424010noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-64800189122085788102014-02-01T17:45:19.585-08:002014-02-01T17:45:19.585-08:00I remember the curves and weight of the white marb...I remember the curves and weight of the white marble container that held my mother's ashes. She was very attached to the earth element throughout her life so in her case it was most fitting that her ashes were buried next to those of my father.<br /><br />Your wonderful poem brought back those memories this evening.susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16747450215034568033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-57814369052876233022014-02-01T11:56:55.624-08:002014-02-01T11:56:55.624-08:00I enjoyed this very much. The resolution was stron...I enjoyed this very much. The resolution was strong and emphatic. I have always eschewed the idea of cremation - it seems to defy what should happen naturally but this piece causes me to re-think it. Thank you.Beachannyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08638256396472533685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-49273299508371682842014-02-01T11:37:27.756-08:002014-02-01T11:37:27.756-08:00Touchingly brave story, Lydia. I wonder if I can e...Touchingly brave story, Lydia. I wonder if I can ever do that, to let go of the ashes or remains of a deceased loved one. Thanks for sharing this tale.kelvin s.m.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02591849636814413110noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-24271088000762008902014-02-01T09:29:07.446-08:002014-02-01T09:29:07.446-08:00This felt so private, so real, as though we were g...This felt so private, so real, as though we were going along with you to scatter the ashes, to wash the urn...Rosaria Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03133147851332084180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-34967821789704438282014-02-01T09:01:48.273-08:002014-02-01T09:01:48.273-08:00Dear Lydia,
Your poetry touched my heart deeply. ...Dear Lydia,<br />Your poetry touched my heart deeply. My mother's ashes rest in a hand painted heavy ceramic cookie jar my oldest son gave to me years ago. Resting safely atop an armoire in our living room. During the holidays my daughter expressed a yearning to open the lid, look inside .. having never seen or felt ashes. It was extremely emotional for her .. and for me. She was my mother's first granddaughter, they were very close. Just yesterday I found a raku dream catcher vessel, very small, in which I have placed Mother's ashes .. a gift for my daughter.<br /><br />Thank you for sharing ... Helenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16619199535376925989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-68095937205945766722014-02-01T04:22:37.594-08:002014-02-01T04:22:37.594-08:00I think honoring her las wish an adding your own w...I think honoring her las wish an adding your own with those remains at another place was a great thing to do... The picture of the pieces of here clinging to the container was particularly strong and moving.brudberghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12563403553536472377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-8309889343098132522014-01-31T20:28:13.201-08:002014-01-31T20:28:13.201-08:00i suppose that is a way to cleanse a soul to regai...i suppose that is a way to cleanse a soul to regain a new life..of Love..with less of loss..and respect of love that remains in heart..forevermore..sorry for your loss..but happy for your love..:)Katie Mia Frederickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01336627766755378406noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-5912714528510226642014-01-31T20:15:11.919-08:002014-01-31T20:15:11.919-08:00That is just beautiful! That is just beautiful! Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-6571614692634643702014-01-31T20:15:10.238-08:002014-01-31T20:15:10.238-08:00That is just beautiful! That is just beautiful! Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-14357058809250351002014-01-31T15:07:12.583-08:002014-01-31T15:07:12.583-08:00This hit home. I am dealing with a 93 year old mot...This hit home. I am dealing with a 93 year old mother who is clinging to life. You wrote this with such an appropriate expression of emotion...understated but deep. Loved it.Victoria`http://liv2write2day.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-91878153334992858192014-01-31T12:48:56.709-08:002014-01-31T12:48:56.709-08:00This was a strong poem....this must have been diff...This was a strong poem....this must have been difficult to do. I know it would have been difficult for you, though I know it was done out of love. I was moved by your telling of this.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-45788815108964527342014-01-31T12:18:24.181-08:002014-01-31T12:18:24.181-08:00a good solution, an honest resolution.a good solution, an honest resolution.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-56055250658219541952014-01-31T10:01:39.240-08:002014-01-31T10:01:39.240-08:00oh wow - i would love if my ashes would be strewn ...oh wow - i would love if my ashes would be strewn in the ocean... it's not allowed to do this over here...ugh.. i bet your mom would've loved that your really released everything that still clung to the edges as wellClaudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03011763027311966186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-32322998491858337282014-01-31T07:23:45.221-08:002014-01-31T07:23:45.221-08:00In our family, cremation is the order of the day; ...In our family, cremation is the order of the day; no one likes to leave the burden of fancy funerals on their loved ones; leading to several scatterings of ashes that went awry; high winds in the mountains blowing the loved one back in your face, kind of an ashen kiss, and a sluggish river that put the ashes in an eddy, and circled them back to the shore twice. Your very well written prose poem put me in mind of these events; thanks. Glenn Buttkushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10680725814199700692noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-39021461813728914352014-01-31T04:27:37.567-08:002014-01-31T04:27:37.567-08:00Ashes to ashes, water to water - possibly more fit...Ashes to ashes, water to water - possibly more fitting for us humans than earth to earth... The picture of Silver Creek looks very idyllic. I hope you find peace with that.Marina Sofiahttp://findingtimetowrite.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039445774186145767.post-2262837104914621212014-01-31T03:39:46.473-08:002014-01-31T03:39:46.473-08:00wow, quite moving...the releasing of her ashes and...wow, quite moving...the releasing of her ashes and how you handled as well the little pieces stil slinging to the corners bu going to the river a place a bit different than the rocking waves, almost a yin to the yang....well played lydia.....Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.com