tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post4372918555661507216..comments2024-03-22T17:39:44.420-07:00Comments on 37th Dream/ Rumors of Peace at Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise: Bob Dylan and Walt Whitman as Inadvertent Yoga Nidra Teachers and Fierce Grace and White Horse With One Ear (Drawn From Memory) / Black Horse Bluesamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-91882669269353792382013-03-05T01:14:19.620-08:002013-03-05T01:14:19.620-08:00You are right, of course. But in my case, I can ju...You are right, of course. But in my case, I can just go away, I can (and did) simply decide to leave my mother behind, to not look at the books and copied documents about my grandfather, and I can feel nothing about it. Nothing. The scars are my mother's and maybe I should be more than grateful that there was so little love between us, not enough for her scars to devastate me as well.Sabinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09015827501648296977noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-3445182152154063012013-03-03T09:37:04.247-08:002013-03-03T09:37:04.247-08:00Thank you, kjm, for continuing to stop by and for ...Thank you, kjm, for continuing to stop by and for your appreciation of what I do here. <br /><br />Thank you, sw/rw. Your recent posts on your Words and Silence blog have been part of a recent renewal of my creative energy.<br /><br />Thank you, Sabine. I haven't seen the Deja Vu movie but just now saw the trailer on YouTube. I see that our public library has a copy, and I put it on hold. <br /><br />My perception is that war touches the generations that follow. I have seen that in your recent writings about your grandfather. My grandfather's parents came from Germany in the 1800s, and my grandfather served as a doctor in the U.S. Army in the last days of World War I in France. My mother's early memories of her father could have been his return from the war when she was 2-1/2 years old. It is unlikely she had any memories of him before he had been to war. When you have written about your mother, I have seen similarities to my mother. <br /><br />May we all have a peaceful Sunday.amhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-3466637231592283722013-03-03T05:07:30.054-08:002013-03-03T05:07:30.054-08:00I was clearing up a DVD recorder we are giving awa...I was clearing up a DVD recorder we are giving away and started watching our old recordings. One of which was the Deja Vu movie of the CSNY tour in 2006. My sheltered life has never been touched by war in any shape of form apart from maybe my mother's messed up life and I can not even start to imagine the wounds and scars you are writing about so carefully and so movingly. Sabinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09015827501648296977noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-80599013582143389052013-03-02T21:55:03.173-08:002013-03-02T21:55:03.173-08:00This is a beautiful post, am. And that version of ...This is a beautiful post, am. And that version of 'Mississippi'... oh yes! Interesting and valuable to relate Dylan's reconciliation of contrasts to that yogic practice and to your own life.<br /><br />Have a peaceful Sunday. The Solitary Walkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11284354541952038339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-68446374303443201282013-03-02T17:25:37.728-08:002013-03-02T17:25:37.728-08:00really enjoyed this series. kjmreally enjoyed this series. kjmAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com