tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564804316692513750.post640021255859598691..comments2023-03-26T03:56:16.738-04:00Comments on sunflower seeds: sunday scribblings #112 quittingdannihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14675797306131871129noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564804316692513750.post-12934286473636198202008-05-27T21:57:00.000-04:002008-05-27T21:57:00.000-04:00Hey kiddo! Ive only ever known the true y...Hey kiddo! Ive only ever known the true you I know and Ive always had great respect for that person.Do we ever really know our true selves or just the truth in the moment? I am glad to see you feel more authentic and can start to see the wonderful bloom Ive enjoyed for years, bask in the beauty of your spring! TDTDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16931504823465619118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564804316692513750.post-71346896745552924472008-05-27T02:05:00.000-04:002008-05-27T02:05:00.000-04:00spring sounds lovely, it has been slow in coming h...spring sounds lovely, it has been slow in coming here in the NW of Montana. <BR/>It is good to honor oneself, being authentic is a gift to the others as well, whether they know it or not! HA. Keep on keeping on!Tammie Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09018402134070834516noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564804316692513750.post-81969007406021982272008-05-26T12:40:00.000-04:002008-05-26T12:40:00.000-04:00This is a very good post and it reminded me of a t...This is a very good post and it reminded me of a time when I was going through a bad time and someone told me: look at the trees, see how they grow to be trees exactly right? they're happy being trees.<BR/>Why is it seemingly so hard to know who we are and then become it? :)Devil Moodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16083722657651175729noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564804316692513750.post-54390333196093955782008-05-26T04:24:00.000-04:002008-05-26T04:24:00.000-04:00I am glad that you quit the old pleasing others bu...I am glad that you quit the old pleasing others business, and that you are finding your own voice. Quitting liberates, isn't it true?Beatriz Maciashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16974767774677657719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3564804316692513750.post-19923140822958377882008-05-26T01:47:00.000-04:002008-05-26T01:47:00.000-04:00Er, well I wouldn’t call a cat on a catnip high it...Er, well I wouldn’t call a cat on a catnip high its authentic self, but man <EM>oh</EM> <STRONG>man!</STRONG> do the lilacs roust me ‘round to what you’re saying! That whole description was the good stuff…<BR/>Identifying with you on the back seat business… In my early 20s I planned to write a book called “Life From the Back Seat” about always settling for second best. Never wrote it because the back seat was mighty comfy… <BR/>Really you’re telling my whole story as well as your own: no voice of my own, the heavy shoulds, pleasing over refusing, and I’ve got one of those dancers that only <STRONG><EM>say</EM></STRONG> they know more steps. I’m working all this out, too. Here’s to our success!<BR/><A HREF="http://missalister.wordpress.com" REL="nofollow">missalister</A>Miss Alisterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16657740513820420488noreply@blogger.com