http://growmercy.org/2008/01/31/incomprehension-and-shared-experience/ Tue, 06 Jan 2009 15:07:03 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.3 http://growmercy.org/2008/01/31/incomprehension-and-shared-experience/#comment-21492 Stephen Thomas Berg Mon, 04 Feb 2008 15:41:03 +0000 http://growmercy.org/2008/01/31/incomprehension-and-shared-experience/#comment-21492 Linda, I never remember how much a few choice words mean until I receive them. Thank you for your wonderful response. Linda, I never remember how much a few choice words mean until I receive them. Thank you for your wonderful response.

]]> http://growmercy.org/2008/01/31/incomprehension-and-shared-experience/#comment-21479 Linda Mon, 04 Feb 2008 05:10:00 +0000 http://growmercy.org/2008/01/31/incomprehension-and-shared-experience/#comment-21479 Funny how a request for your name can stop you cold. One moment you're ecstatic at having stumbled, seemingly by accident, upon a place where the language that is spoken resonates deeply and completely and you want to shout and holler and talk about small miracles and how there really aren't any accidents and ask why searching images of Mary Margaret O'Hara has led you here...and you reach in, voice at the ready when a small window opens and you're asked for your name. Everything slows right down. And you hesitate, ponder, observe and over your shoulder looms the inflated, rubberized, google-eyed monster that edits out every word you choose before it finds its way to the page (as it were). Enough. I am glad to have discovered you and will return again and again to follow along as you journey. Thank you for sharing the path. Funny how a request for your name can stop you cold. One moment you’re ecstatic at having stumbled, seemingly by accident, upon a place where the language that is spoken resonates deeply and completely and you want to shout and holler and talk about small miracles and how there really aren’t any accidents and ask why searching images of Mary Margaret O’Hara has led you here…and you reach in, voice at the ready when a small window opens and you’re asked for your name. Everything slows right down. And you hesitate, ponder, observe and over your shoulder looms the inflated, rubberized, google-eyed monster that edits out every word you choose before it finds its way to the page (as it were). Enough. I am glad to have discovered you and will return again and again to follow along as you journey. Thank you for sharing the path.

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