tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563532555952281426.post8384978441029478371..comments2023-04-01T10:01:53.076-05:00Comments on Mulling Spices: The Opposite of DancingNyleenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17480684574322676008noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563532555952281426.post-59830544451342869722012-02-19T22:52:17.454-06:002012-02-19T22:52:17.454-06:00I love you friend.
xoxoxI love you friend.<br />xoxoxShellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17107788016780467478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563532555952281426.post-45063609686102199462012-02-18T13:07:11.854-06:002012-02-18T13:07:11.854-06:00"Sometimes I feel that my life was like that ..."Sometimes I feel that my life was like that of a second child born to donate organs to a chronically or terminally ill older sibling, except the illness in this case is an illness of soul on the part of my parents. Sick and dysfunctional, I know."<br /><br />Nyleen, this doesn't seem sick and dysfunctional to me. At least, that is, not on your part. It does, however, sound that way on the part of your parents. Let's be honest. Many humans have progeny to fill an emptiness in their soul. Your statement seems perceptive, not ill. While you may be coming late to the differentiation dance, your emptiness is that very differentiation. It is the beginning of Nyleen. Make no mistake, though. It is not the end of you. It seems to me that this is, perhaps, where you've made your mistake... to assume you've lived your life and this is your end, and what's more, you've linked it to your ontology. Truth be told, it is just the beginning.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5563532555952281426.post-55852525557889608082012-02-18T12:58:04.148-06:002012-02-18T12:58:04.148-06:00Oh, friend... my heart feels yours... it really, r...Oh, friend... my heart feels yours... it really, really does.Nicole @ she-laughshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04064084954053802603noreply@blogger.com