tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post4851361089039582110..comments2023-10-24T03:11:32.697-10:00Comments on Joy Harjo's Poetic Adventures in the Last World Blog: Waking UpUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-87623956014663027282009-01-08T10:56:00.000-10:002009-01-08T10:56:00.000-10:00Megan,I don't feel as if I invaded my brother's pr...Megan,<BR/>I don't feel as if I invaded my brother's privacy. No name. <BR/>As for L. and others--the blog is a kind of storytelling place. I do not want to bare everything. It is important to keep space, though a blog is somewhat personal, and this one is. <BR/>I write to share my revelations, what I think might be useful information...<BR/>And I'm not perfect.<BR/>Thanks for your concern.<BR/>Joy Harjohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00371770793562441621noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-57951013928597407552009-01-06T12:14:00.000-10:002009-01-06T12:14:00.000-10:00dear Joy. . have continued to think and send praye...dear Joy. . have continued to think and send prayers to your brother. . . . in the late eighties i went through a spell where all the darkness from the ancient past was screaming non viable. . hit bottom with the realization the life force within was stronger than the layers of unexpressed collective deathings from lineage history that compacted in the DNA. . .With the realization i had to sparrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09704407318593137610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-52600215783591587652009-01-05T10:09:00.000-10:002009-01-05T10:09:00.000-10:00Joy, just wishing you, your brother and all there ...Joy, just wishing you, your brother and all there well. susanSusanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13784085051946766275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-86505981386678379072009-01-03T20:30:00.000-10:002009-01-03T20:30:00.000-10:00Hi Joy-- I wrote the last comment. after I sent it...Hi Joy-- <BR/><BR/>I wrote the last comment. after I sent it, I thought that perhaps my words lose value because they are not nurturing enough...<BR/><BR/>I only meant that I know what it is to survive. To be close to death. To want it. To have a brother- yes- whose daily practice is dying. <BR/><BR/>Of course you must express yourself. It is your purpose.<BR/><BR/>When I read your last post, I Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-11121266766123537312009-01-03T19:18:00.000-10:002009-01-03T19:18:00.000-10:00can you say it-- without saying it?can you say it-- without saying it?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-11386117534827865772009-01-01T11:29:00.000-10:002009-01-01T11:29:00.000-10:00I feel the same way when I travel. I love flying ...I feel the same way when I travel. I love flying and I love traveling. It does take a day or so for me to ground when I have landed after flying in a plane. Even after I have landed I feel like I am still flying! Sometimes on long road trips it is the same as flying. <BR/><BR/>Prayer for your brother!<BR/><BR/>HAPPY NEW YEAR!Ajijaakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14328347379621837240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-33229018810039936272009-01-01T10:32:00.000-10:002009-01-01T10:32:00.000-10:00"May you remember that every day is New Year" - I ..."May you remember that every day is New Year" - I love this. <BR/><BR/>I hope your brother will be okay. <BR/><BR/>Maria-Thérèse<BR/>♥ <A HREF="http://www.afiori.com" REL="nofollow">www.afiori.com</A> ♥Maria-Thérèse ~ www.afiori.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18369532662519310447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623787.post-37920318444147311122009-01-01T10:21:00.000-10:002009-01-01T10:21:00.000-10:00Every day I hope to wake up free from worry, and h...Every day I hope to wake up free from worry, and hope that Joy, gratitude and peace lead my way. I wanted to write to you on this first day of 2009. I wanted to let you know that I don't have to look for you because we have met a couple of times and this is all I needed. Of course I want more. My soul is attracted to beauty. I have Sam Cook's song in my heart these past few weeks: "Its been Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com