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November 2009 
What was the last thing that touched your heart?
Posted on Aug 26th, 2009
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sherab
sherab
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for August 26, 2009:
I guess it was that arrow, i haven't felt a thing since.
I'm often emotional. It makes life quite hazardous. i was sad the other day when i say a small crumpled bit of paper-- I thought that's me, just a scrap. but for someone it was a love letter a grocery list- it was imprtant and they carried it around in a pocket until the paper got all worn, and now its here-- I wonder what it says.
Alas, too late the rain had made the ink run.
The other day the cat
crawled into my lap.
first time that has happened.
but then he proceded
to 'kneed'
my chest with his claws,
a loving gesture perhaps
but quite unpleasant.
I was really touched to read about some one on gaia who feels very isolated. And I wondered if it was impossible for some people to actually feel loved.--So I'm putting it out there--you are not alone--you are loved.
I'm often emotional. It makes life quite hazardous. i was sad the other day when i say a small crumpled bit of paper-- I thought that's me, just a scrap. but for someone it was a love letter a grocery list- it was imprtant and they carried it around in a pocket until the paper got all worn, and now its here-- I wonder what it says.
Alas, too late the rain had made the ink run.
The other day the cat
crawled into my lap.
first time that has happened.
but then he proceded
to 'kneed'
my chest with his claws,
a loving gesture perhaps
but quite unpleasant.
I was really touched to read about some one on gaia who feels very isolated. And I wondered if it was impossible for some people to actually feel loved.--So I'm putting it out there--you are not alone--you are loved.
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Hi sherab.
I saw your picture on my friends box and thought I would come over and say hi. Have not seen much of you at least not over at DD.
I can hardly talk because I am not always over there either.
This post made me sad and I wanted to just stop here and leave a note.
I know we don't know each other that well but I remember talking to you a couple of times. I hope you are feeling less isolated.
Even when I am not alone I feel alone sometimes and lost.
love, jen
Thanks Jenni,
to be honest, I was a little sad, and trying to be funny about it. The bit about the scrap of paper is – well, true in essence, but also kind of borrowed from a documentary about 'zen chef' Ed Brown, wherein he sayest, that he would get very depressed cooking for the Zen Center, because people seemed to like the food, but they didn't like the chef. He said that they had these big old kettles for boiling water up on the shelf and he would look at them and think “that's me, I'm just a vessel too,– if they can do it, so can i.”
When I'm sad I do think about those little scraps of paper that might have meant something to some one once. I see them everywhere. It's called litter. So when I see stuff i wonder where it came from.
Did you enjoy that beer or were you angry so you threw it in my lawn?
And all the fast food wrappers, and Styrofoam peanuts blowing around, What engendered them?
People say its always money, but they are wrong–it's comfort, and pleasure, the money's just a means to attain comfort.
So i wonder about this world, where mice live in a discarded shoe, and children go barefoot, and it is like an arrow through the heart.
And that person on Gaia, who felt isolated, they're not around any more.
Did they find what they were looking for or not?
I hope you are feeling less sad Sherab.
I get sad quite a bit also and I hate it when I get that way.
It is interesting about garbage and the meaning of it. I have stuff blow up and get stuck in my bushes at times.
I was doing collage there for awhile. Might pick it up again when winter comes. One of the suggestions was using lists as a background. I never tried it. Maybe I could collect other peoples scraps. There is history and meaning in everything maybe.
why didn't they like the chef?
People seem to leave here and I wonder why and what happened to them.
Internet relationships are very tenuous. I have found that to be true.