Comments on: A Field of Narrowing Options http://ominousrabbit.com/2010/05/a-field-of-narrowing-options/?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=a-field-of-narrowing-options Online News Journal of My Very Small World Wed, 12 Oct 2011 00:29:09 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: Ominous Rabbit http://ominousrabbit.com/2010/05/a-field-of-narrowing-options/comment-page-1/#comment-342 Ominous Rabbit Fri, 28 May 2010 16:41:24 +0000 http://ominousrabbit.com/?p=3181#comment-342 What is the fuss? No fuss at all. Miss you and love reading your FB posts--you're one funny lady! Hope to see you soon, Q What is the fuss? No fuss at all.

Miss you and love reading your FB posts–you’re one funny lady!

Hope to see you soon, Q

]]> By: Ominous Rabbit http://ominousrabbit.com/2010/05/a-field-of-narrowing-options/comment-page-1/#comment-341 Ominous Rabbit Fri, 28 May 2010 16:39:28 +0000 http://ominousrabbit.com/?p=3181#comment-341 Blithering seems to be the working order of this situation, so you're in good company. I'm often blithering, it's just that I edit the blither so that it comes out coherently later on. Just like magic! Look forward to seeing you, Bets! We're gonna have to eat us some fine meals while you're here--no annoying colds this time. Blithering seems to be the working order of this situation, so you’re in good company. I’m often blithering, it’s just that I edit the blither so that it comes out coherently later on. Just like magic!

Look forward to seeing you, Bets! We’re gonna have to eat us some fine meals while you’re here–no annoying colds this time.

]]> By: betsy goldberg http://ominousrabbit.com/2010/05/a-field-of-narrowing-options/comment-page-1/#comment-335 betsy goldberg Fri, 21 May 2010 21:18:58 +0000 http://ominousrabbit.com/?p=3181#comment-335 I'm kind of blithering. Can't help it. I’m kind of blithering. Can’t help it.

]]> By: betsy goldberg http://ominousrabbit.com/2010/05/a-field-of-narrowing-options/comment-page-1/#comment-334 betsy goldberg Fri, 21 May 2010 21:18:10 +0000 http://ominousrabbit.com/?p=3181#comment-334 Nice to read Carol's comments, good to read your continually wonderful writing, Q. What to say? I'm so grateful for your writing, your candor , humor and intelligence. Not surprising, since I know the sources, both of them, plus your own individual quality. Yes, heartbreaking, but bracing to share it all so fully with us who love you and Charles. Thank you again. All for now. And i am so looking forward to seeing you in July, as i missed you all last time. Love for now, Bets Nice to read Carol’s comments, good to read your continually wonderful writing, Q. What to say? I’m so grateful for your writing, your candor , humor and intelligence. Not surprising, since I know the sources, both of them, plus your own individual quality. Yes, heartbreaking, but bracing to share it all so fully with us who love you and Charles. Thank you again. All for now. And i am so looking forward to seeing you in July, as i missed you all last time. Love for now,
Bets

]]> By: Carol Park http://ominousrabbit.com/2010/05/a-field-of-narrowing-options/comment-page-1/#comment-333 Carol Park Thu, 20 May 2010 20:10:34 +0000 http://ominousrabbit.com/?p=3181#comment-333 What IS all the fuss about, indeed, my dear friend. All that is apparent, as we (virtually) walk with you, Charles, is that your love and your foot prints are on our hearts forever. (Oh dear, sorry about that Hallmarkish sounding sentiment!) And in that sense we are talking about transcendence and transitioning, aren't we? If there's one thing I've learned on my journey through the valley, it's that the absence of the physical, as heartbreaking as that reality is, no way breaks the bonds of the spiritual(love) - which last forever. Maybe even into our next lives (whatever that looks like) - love connects us. I'm happy you have find some peace around the edges of the physical discomfort. Love forever, Carol What IS all the fuss about, indeed, my dear friend. All that is apparent, as we (virtually) walk with you, Charles, is that your love and your foot prints are on our hearts forever. (Oh dear, sorry about that Hallmarkish sounding sentiment!)

And in that sense we are talking about transcendence and transitioning, aren’t we? If there’s one thing I’ve learned on my journey through the valley, it’s that the absence of the physical, as heartbreaking as that reality is, no way breaks the bonds of the spiritual(love) – which last forever. Maybe even into our next lives (whatever that looks like) – love connects us.

I’m happy you have find some peace around the edges of the physical discomfort.

Love forever,
Carol

]]> By: dad http://ominousrabbit.com/2010/05/a-field-of-narrowing-options/comment-page-1/#comment-331 dad Mon, 17 May 2010 14:32:44 +0000 http://ominousrabbit.com/?p=3181#comment-331 I feel called upon to comment on my own demise, but hardly know what to say. I'm bemused. How do I feel about the whole thing? Surprisingly detached I'd say, though it's such a personal moment. I know the paintings I'm working on in the studio are in some way reflections on my reflections, but they don't seem particularly agitated either. Perhaps all this detachment is just the byproduct of the lightheadedness brought on by the radiation? Though I don't really think so. I grumble about the little inconveniences attendant on being weak and sore, finding it hard to get to my feet sometimes, stuff like that, but those too seem like minor irritants. I feel OK on the inside. I wish food tasted better, but I know it will again after the nuclear sickness wears off. I've had company and that has been very good, since my friends understand that I'm not in shape to be the perfect host. And now that Quenby has persuaded me to engage a cleaning service I don't have to handle the cleanup either. What a deal! So, there's just the fact that this is the last lap or two around the track. As far as I can tell I am basically doing what I would be doing if it was not the last lap or two. I guess that is good. It feels good. I think I'll keep on doing it as long as I can, then I'll do whatever I can still do after that. And so on. Eventually the road comes to an end and the journey is over. That doesn't seem particularly profound, does it? Best I can do at the moment. But it does lead me to a question, since the Big D is such an issue for our freaky culture: what's all the fuss about? I feel called upon to comment on my own demise, but hardly know what to say. I’m bemused. How do I feel about the whole thing? Surprisingly detached I’d say, though it’s such a personal moment. I know the paintings I’m working on in the studio are in some way reflections on my reflections, but they don’t seem particularly agitated either. Perhaps all this detachment is just the byproduct of the lightheadedness brought on by the radiation? Though I don’t really think so. I grumble about the little inconveniences attendant on being weak and sore, finding it hard to get to my feet sometimes, stuff like that, but those too seem like minor irritants. I feel OK on the inside. I wish food tasted better, but I know it will again after the nuclear sickness wears off.

I’ve had company and that has been very good, since my friends understand that I’m not in shape to be the perfect host. And now that Quenby has persuaded me to engage a cleaning service I don’t have to handle the cleanup either. What a deal! So, there’s just the fact that this is the last lap or two around the track. As far as I can tell I am basically doing what I would be doing if it was not the last lap or two. I guess that is good. It feels good. I think I’ll keep on doing it as long as I can, then I’ll do whatever I can still do after that. And so on. Eventually the road comes to an end and the journey is over. That doesn’t seem particularly profound, does it? Best I can do at the moment. But it does lead me to a question, since the Big D is such an issue for our freaky culture: what’s all the fuss about?

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