Allison I could’t love you anymore if I tried. Your posts fill me with such joy, you give me the warm fuzzies with your writing and insights. Thank You for putting yourself out there in more ways then just your music. Love Rhett Murdaugh - your longtime buddy.
You’re always here with your Sunday List for me to meditate on just before bedtime (here in Switzerland).
I finished the exercise that you suggested a few weeks ago, well kind of...
The conclusion I came to was that, if I could have some of the things I crave, I would no longer be me. I would be more secure, feel emotional pain and be less vulnerable but I would just not be me.
I think I will just stay me but improve in some areas. I won’t stop loving even if it’s not always reciprocated. I will stay me “worts and all” but try, in the years that remain, to become a better version of me. There’s still time.
So many times your posts speak to me in many different ways. EVERYTHING about your writing today spoke to me. Like an arrow shot directly into my heart & mind. How can you know these things? No offense to any of our community of readers, but I feel like you wrote this especially for me.
My favorite song. I could feel the freshness of the color green in the pics you shared. I’ve thought of the eye therapy as well. H is right. To bring it all together in a single point. I feel that too. I’ve subscribed to Libby’s substack as well. Helpful information.
Thank you Allison. Geez sometimes a thank you doesn’t seem enough.
XOXO
Love the little green mailbox and the sweet pic of JH. I can tell he’s a tall fella. Hope he’s enjoying his summer.
Those grapes (green Thompson seedless by the looks of them) take me back to my childhood growing up on a vineyard ranch. They evoke a feeling of joy. Memories of picking them off the vine and eating them come back to me. It's so nice to remember the good parts of my childhood--an oasis during trauma recovery.
Hello Allison, yes I like green as well and that mailbox is so boho pretty.But I especially like the way you said," love folks even if it happens to be their trama instead of them"yes I needed to hear that thank you 🤗
No doubt your attraction to green has to do more with growth and renewal rather than envy or jealousy. That said, I’m a bit envious of your talent and creativity, but in the most admirable and adoring way. The grass is always greener…
What stands out most to me in what you are expressing is: "flexible and open to whatever’s ahead while knowing our days our numbered, not in a way that threatens us but in one that encourages us to suck the nectar out of every flower."
These words made me remember a poem I wrote two years ago after my wife died of insidious cancer. I was trying to find some hope, purpose, and a reason to continue living. And yes, I'm not ashamed to admit I've thought more than once of joining my beloved wife in eternity.
However, I thought of something I believe I read in one of Ayn Rand's books years ago about suicide being a slap in the face of God.. The (probably trite) poem I wrote is:
"As far as we know,
the clock of life is wound but once.
No person has the power to tell
just when the hands will stop.
Now is the only time you own.
So Live, love, study, learn,
and work hard with a determination
to use all of your talents for good.
Place no faith in time;
for the clock may soon be still.
To a person who lives their life with integrity
no lasting harm can ever come."
These words still give me comfort on my darkest days. Be well. Stay safe, dear Allison.
It’s about finding wisdom, isn’t it? All the turns and forks in the road we’ve taken have led us to where we are, and it’s only when we get old enough and wise enough that we realize we *couldn’t* change a single thing and still be the person we are. We are PRECISELY where and when we’re supposed to be. Personally, I find that exhilarating.
I don’t think I’d ever heard the song before. Thanks!
That I stay calm and move forward with love. Your meditations and reflections are so very helpful. Thank you for your beautiful spirit and sharing of your hard work.
John Deere Tractor is such an underrated Judds song! Love it!
Allison I could’t love you anymore if I tried. Your posts fill me with such joy, you give me the warm fuzzies with your writing and insights. Thank You for putting yourself out there in more ways then just your music. Love Rhett Murdaugh - your longtime buddy.
Faithful friend! ❤️
You’re always here with your Sunday List for me to meditate on just before bedtime (here in Switzerland).
I finished the exercise that you suggested a few weeks ago, well kind of...
The conclusion I came to was that, if I could have some of the things I crave, I would no longer be me. I would be more secure, feel emotional pain and be less vulnerable but I would just not be me.
I think I will just stay me but improve in some areas. I won’t stop loving even if it’s not always reciprocated. I will stay me “worts and all” but try, in the years that remain, to become a better version of me. There’s still time.
Thanks for your inspiration Px❤️
“Fear and faith cannot occupy the same space.” I so needed to hear this today. Thank you. 🙏🏻❤️
So many times your posts speak to me in many different ways. EVERYTHING about your writing today spoke to me. Like an arrow shot directly into my heart & mind. How can you know these things? No offense to any of our community of readers, but I feel like you wrote this especially for me.
My favorite song. I could feel the freshness of the color green in the pics you shared. I’ve thought of the eye therapy as well. H is right. To bring it all together in a single point. I feel that too. I’ve subscribed to Libby’s substack as well. Helpful information.
Thank you Allison. Geez sometimes a thank you doesn’t seem enough.
XOXO
Love the little green mailbox and the sweet pic of JH. I can tell he’s a tall fella. Hope he’s enjoying his summer.
Those grapes (green Thompson seedless by the looks of them) take me back to my childhood growing up on a vineyard ranch. They evoke a feeling of joy. Memories of picking them off the vine and eating them come back to me. It's so nice to remember the good parts of my childhood--an oasis during trauma recovery.
OMG I live this so much, all of it !!! Xo
“Love” this so much… Freudian slip. I relate, admire, and aspire :)
Hello Allison, yes I like green as well and that mailbox is so boho pretty.But I especially like the way you said," love folks even if it happens to be their trama instead of them"yes I needed to hear that thank you 🤗
No doubt your attraction to green has to do more with growth and renewal rather than envy or jealousy. That said, I’m a bit envious of your talent and creativity, but in the most admirable and adoring way. The grass is always greener…
Thanks for mentioning John Deere Tractor. It was one of my favorite songs back in the day. I had forgotten about it.
What stands out most to me in what you are expressing is: "flexible and open to whatever’s ahead while knowing our days our numbered, not in a way that threatens us but in one that encourages us to suck the nectar out of every flower."
These words made me remember a poem I wrote two years ago after my wife died of insidious cancer. I was trying to find some hope, purpose, and a reason to continue living. And yes, I'm not ashamed to admit I've thought more than once of joining my beloved wife in eternity.
However, I thought of something I believe I read in one of Ayn Rand's books years ago about suicide being a slap in the face of God.. The (probably trite) poem I wrote is:
"As far as we know,
the clock of life is wound but once.
No person has the power to tell
just when the hands will stop.
Now is the only time you own.
So Live, love, study, learn,
and work hard with a determination
to use all of your talents for good.
Place no faith in time;
for the clock may soon be still.
To a person who lives their life with integrity
no lasting harm can ever come."
These words still give me comfort on my darkest days. Be well. Stay safe, dear Allison.
Love Love Love the green mailbox! (and you - you are awesome!)
It’s about finding wisdom, isn’t it? All the turns and forks in the road we’ve taken have led us to where we are, and it’s only when we get old enough and wise enough that we realize we *couldn’t* change a single thing and still be the person we are. We are PRECISELY where and when we’re supposed to be. Personally, I find that exhilarating.
I don’t think I’d ever heard the song before. Thanks!
That I stay calm and move forward with love. Your meditations and reflections are so very helpful. Thank you for your beautiful spirit and sharing of your hard work.
To stay calm and move forward with love. Your meditations and reflections are so very helpful. Thank you.
I am curious about something. Here is my question. How does it feel to scroll down on Pandora and there is your own channel?!!!!!!
I do listen to it often. 🦋