tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post6986256621697758910..comments2023-08-17T04:03:48.173-04:00Comments on leftbrainwrite: The Blues are RunningLindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01110078016784294934noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post-52842730165484869312010-03-29T18:35:11.312-04:002010-03-29T18:35:11.312-04:00Mark, thanks for our kind words. I agree - the oce...Mark, thanks for our kind words. I agree - the ocean is a wealth of color. Sometimes the brightness blinds, and that's why sun and water. There's a heck of a rainbow packed between yellow and blue. <br /><br />Though right now the color's at the Outer Banks are brown and grey ;^)Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01110078016784294934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post-68530445304455333162010-03-29T15:08:41.218-04:002010-03-29T15:08:41.218-04:00It's just gorgeous writing, so much so that I ...It's just gorgeous writing, so much so that I shouldn't nitpick, but whenever I go to the beach (at least once a week in the summer), I get drunk on color - infinite gradations in the sky and water and all the creatures. But all of your other descriptions are stunning, and the central metaphor, the running blues, is beautiful.Mark Kerstetterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13307987573435067415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post-17899417309405172472010-03-29T14:53:07.406-04:002010-03-29T14:53:07.406-04:00Thank you all for reading and your kind words. The...Thank you all for reading and your kind words. The actual event happened much different than envisioned. Still good, but different. More later. Peace, LindaLindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01110078016784294934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post-20319024751674180982010-03-29T11:08:33.750-04:002010-03-29T11:08:33.750-04:00Love the description in this one. Especially love ...Love the description in this one. Especially love how you call the sun and sea colors. That worked very well.Eric J. Krausehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05774468607814244185noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post-13016335146920683112010-03-29T05:53:33.854-04:002010-03-29T05:53:33.854-04:00Peace to you, Linda. I ache after reading this ten...Peace to you, Linda. I ache after reading this tender eulogy.Skycyclerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17412698481175267626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post-40529805035946580072010-03-28T13:27:12.863-04:002010-03-28T13:27:12.863-04:00Linda, I hope you're the one finding peace tod...Linda, I hope you're the one finding peace today. I don't think I've ever read anything that more perfectly captures the beach. Not the stormy sea or the alive ocean, but the beach and being there and being young. This is where I come from, and you have given me such a gift in this beautiful prose of yours. And there is no better place than this to remember how magical yet temporary all of our time is, and how those waves will remain relentless long after we're gone. <br /><br />This is also where I want people who love me to take me when I am gone, because this is the place where I want them to think of me in the time they have left. <br /><br />Thank you again for this beautiful poetry, Linda. It felt like stepping into the middle of a great love affair.<br /><br />Walk in peace,<br /><br />LouLou Freshwaterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08849342766852653969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post-32861332163069131192010-03-28T12:09:49.984-04:002010-03-28T12:09:49.984-04:00Oh Linda, that is so beautiful and poignant. I re...Oh Linda, that is so beautiful and poignant. I read it slowly and absorbed all the beauty in this moment of grief & remembrance, I relate to these feelings. I wish you that peace when you scatter the ashes of your father. What a lovely tribute.Anne Tyler Lordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16909141266966569378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post-70036068697785241362010-03-27T01:46:43.196-04:002010-03-27T01:46:43.196-04:00And his name was Bill.
My heart and thoughts are...And his name was Bill. <br /><br />My heart and thoughts are with you this weekend. Your writing, your emotions, memories and the sensuality you bring to this all merge into a beautifully quiet and strong piece. <br /><br />With writing like this, who needs onomatopoeias!Olivia Tejedahttp://OliviaTejeda.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post-89085976998215022202010-03-27T00:19:52.729-04:002010-03-27T00:19:52.729-04:00Very moving, and upon reading your comment... it&#...Very moving, and upon reading your comment... it's even more so.<br />~2Tomara Armstronghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17185889402088565686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post-72551077801270449192010-03-26T21:50:37.248-04:002010-03-26T21:50:37.248-04:00Thanks all for reading -- your words humble me. To...Thanks all for reading -- your words humble me. Tomorrow I leave to do this very thing -- scatter my father's ashes in the Atlantic. This fills me with apprehension and relief, a dread and joy of putting some sense of closure. <br /><br />So yes, Tony, a letting go of grief. And of honoring. <br /><br />And Heather -- welcome! A new face... Peace, LindaLindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01110078016784294934noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post-68458736280726855542010-03-26T14:32:59.679-04:002010-03-26T14:32:59.679-04:00A poetic portrayal of grief and memory, written in...A poetic portrayal of grief and memory, written in such a way the reader feels privileged to be able to share in such an intensely personal experience. Great use of description, as I read it I could really imagine being there breathing in the sea air.Heather Woodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07286242856875771933noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post-8096039522228475572010-03-26T09:48:43.722-04:002010-03-26T09:48:43.722-04:00What I felt in this was, not grief, but the beginn...What I felt in this was, not grief, but the beginning of the end of grieving. It's almost as though the narrator, while still in the darkness, can almost see the coming of dawn.<br /><br />Beautiful.Tony Nolandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15090583562737225942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post-60052246328798095042010-03-26T09:40:52.295-04:002010-03-26T09:40:52.295-04:00Absolutely gorgeous - I was a little girl on a bea...Absolutely gorgeous - I was a little girl on a beach for a few minutes theremazzz in Leedshttp://mazzz-in-leeds.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post-73873098645753329162010-03-26T07:41:20.079-04:002010-03-26T07:41:20.079-04:00John's favourite line was also mine: "Her...John's favourite line was also mine: "Here, there are only two colors: sun and water"<br /><br />I love stories about the father-daughter bond. You have just the delicate touch for this. Beautiful, warm, and heavy with memory and loss.Lauritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03688820247531607677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post-40335520374517323672010-03-26T07:09:22.812-04:002010-03-26T07:09:22.812-04:00such a perfect photo and so lovely your thoughts. ...such a perfect photo and so lovely your thoughts. sad and warm and wonderful all in a bowl.Michael Solenderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01120045114297450520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post-73974692208362414262010-03-26T02:11:59.365-04:002010-03-26T02:11:59.365-04:00John beat me to it, but that sun and water line st...John beat me to it, but that sun and water line stopped me, it was so poignant. <br /><br />Linda, I slowed down and savored this one. The first paragraph, with foam memories and such rich descriptions made me sigh.<br /><br />Even with the pain of loss and the ache of memory, I wanted to jump inside this story and visit for a while.peggyhttp://pegjet.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post-83922296382795185462010-03-25T23:43:07.929-04:002010-03-25T23:43:07.929-04:00Some very sweet lines in this. "Here, there a...Some very sweet lines in this. "Here, there are only two colors: sun and water" was my favorite. Been on the beach at thin hours of the morning when that's almost the case.John Wiswellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07416044628686736927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post-39201414661726865682010-03-25T22:24:56.481-04:002010-03-25T22:24:56.481-04:00So beautiful and sad and heartwrenching, Linda. Th...So beautiful and sad and heartwrenching, Linda. The imagery was so vivid too: "The sun melts into the sea."<br /><br />What a way to say goodbye.<br /><br />JaiJai Joshihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04858987106548357551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7186877685534377957.post-31798768473286908862010-03-25T21:54:45.702-04:002010-03-25T21:54:45.702-04:00The writing is so heartfelt, so filled with power ...The writing is so heartfelt, so filled with power that it almost hurts to read.<br /><br />The last gift a daughter can give her father...a ceremony of love and farewell.<br /><br />Just gorgeous writing.Marisa Birnshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17945909737147497606noreply@blogger.com