tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760384943386215722.post6973401221044033171..comments2024-02-12T18:02:06.707+11:00Comments on respect. love. learning.: A ride and a letting go (about four weeks ago)Helenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08560926974431305982noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760384943386215722.post-40446236664714265952012-06-19T11:35:31.004+10:002012-06-19T11:35:31.004+10:00Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Karen. Some...Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Karen. Sometimes the words have to come out—they pour out—and the pain needs to come out too, which is infinitely better than it staying in, don't you think? I wonder if you took my pain and planted it in your sweet Alabama soil, what incredible flowers might grow? I'm thinking golden ones, flowers of release, flowers of joy. That's what I'm picturing right now. Especially with you and Kei watching over them, and all of us smiling. Much love to you, always!Helenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08560926974431305982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760384943386215722.post-33331557412328513312012-06-19T11:31:58.536+10:002012-06-19T11:31:58.536+10:00Jess, the words you wrote on your post were incred...Jess, the words you wrote on your post were incredible. Just lovely. Thank you, so much, for writing them.Helenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08560926974431305982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760384943386215722.post-19687327272822543062012-06-19T11:31:15.319+10:002012-06-19T11:31:15.319+10:00Love right back to you, Lou :) Yes, to riding, and...Love right back to you, Lou :) Yes, to riding, and keeping on. I think of you often, too, and wonder if one day our paths will cross, perhaps on bikes, all of us with the wind in our hair… sending a big smile to you and your lovely boys.Helenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08560926974431305982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760384943386215722.post-14000417234820821902012-06-19T11:29:31.297+10:002012-06-19T11:29:31.297+10:00Oh, thank you, Parlez. Those are lovely words and ...Oh, thank you, Parlez. Those are lovely words and I'm truly grateful for them.Helenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08560926974431305982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760384943386215722.post-23084543357406244792012-06-19T11:28:33.107+10:002012-06-19T11:28:33.107+10:00Thanks so much, Jackie. Riding my bike, and riding...Thanks so much, Jackie. Riding my bike, and riding by water, especially, has saved me many, many times. It just heals. Thank you for your lovely words of support. They always mean so much to me. :)Helenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08560926974431305982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760384943386215722.post-58106359230867372602012-06-19T11:27:08.541+10:002012-06-19T11:27:08.541+10:00Thank you, Ingi. Said with great feeling—THANK YOU...Thank you, Ingi. Said with great feeling—THANK YOU. And I'm sorry for making you cry in a public place. You should see me sometimes—I suppose it keeps things real, doesn't it? Love and hugs.Helenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08560926974431305982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760384943386215722.post-46296564746200519352012-06-19T11:26:03.138+10:002012-06-19T11:26:03.138+10:00Definitely one of us should move. :) Do you have a...Definitely one of us should move. :) Do you have an ocean where you are?? As you can see, I seem to need one near me at all times. Thank you for the hug that's inside your words, my lovely friend.Helenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08560926974431305982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760384943386215722.post-53183712699830346162012-06-19T09:50:48.516+10:002012-06-19T09:50:48.516+10:00Why do you live so far away that we can't hug?...Why do you live so far away that we can't hug?<br />Why?Frogcreekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09648036415206129006noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760384943386215722.post-74719953167797982822012-06-18T01:30:59.653+10:002012-06-18T01:30:59.653+10:00I never know what to say to these posts...these be...I never know what to say to these posts...these beautiful, heart wrenching posts of yours. Your amazing talent with words never cease to amaze me. Your pain is so palatable that I wish I could just poof it away. Take it and bury it deep in Alabama soil where it could never find you again. Keep riding friend, keep smiling and keep writing. Love you much.Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00487026746937164012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760384943386215722.post-32900310941595587752012-06-17T22:23:41.719+10:002012-06-17T22:23:41.719+10:00Helena, I linked to you today. You have been in ...Helena, I linked to you today. You have been in my thoughts.<br /><br />http://teachablemoments-jessica.blogspot.com/2012/06/when-words-are-gift.html<br /><br />~JessLJS https://www.blogger.com/profile/00557549680551581746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760384943386215722.post-46217570775650930172012-06-17T15:38:48.775+10:002012-06-17T15:38:48.775+10:00Helena, I can never think what to say...but your p...Helena, I can never think what to say...but your posts always move me and I'm grateful to be able to come here and read your words. I think of you often. Much love to you. Keep on riding!Louhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18200295568260675450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760384943386215722.post-48546872425284729552012-06-17T09:32:15.722+10:002012-06-17T09:32:15.722+10:00tears are falling as I read, your words are so bea...tears are falling as I read, your words are so beautiful and the emotional so real. You are a beautiful soul and this shines through your eyes and your words. thank you for being here and for letting me into your world.parlezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03719117762330796247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760384943386215722.post-86664030770744990882012-06-17T08:51:40.812+10:002012-06-17T08:51:40.812+10:00I haven't ridden a bicycle since before childr...I haven't ridden a bicycle since before children. But your narrative brings me on the two-wheeled journey to lifted spirits so well. Bicycling carried me through years of feeling lonely. Sometimes prose wrote itself in my head as I rolled along, but I don't remember writing anything eloquent afterwards. Although my journeys were certainly different than yours, the healing nature of a good bike-ride is well understood by me, and so well described by you. Sometimes it's the breathing of fresh air or the adrenaline of exercise, sometimes it's the Life observed along the way. Thank you for sharing this story of your journey. Finding your smile is a most wonderful outcome!Jackie Tnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-760384943386215722.post-57034619311761760502012-06-16T21:51:17.284+10:002012-06-16T21:51:17.284+10:00"Today nothing is right, and nothing has been..."Today nothing is right, and nothing has been right or will ever be." Oh Helena - you so capture the essence of anxiety and depression. It is hard to remember what it is like when you are not in it's grip. It's even harder to comprehend when you have never been there. <br /><br />But as always, you let the light in with your beautiful, brave words. I often think of you, hoping there are not too many days/moments for you like the start of this story.<br /><br />And BTW, you made me cry on Redfern Station - people were wondering what was going on...Ingihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06396226904711922049noreply@blogger.com