tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108147564771067205.post760190639449844041..comments2022-12-08T08:55:26.122-08:00Comments on sixinthesticks: Rambling Vignettes of Listening {An Abstraction on Slippers}Nacolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00895935638466741365noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108147564771067205.post-81316927944912573682014-03-04T15:45:31.895-08:002014-03-04T15:45:31.895-08:00Oh I hear my own voice in this, Nacole. The rebel,...Oh I hear my own voice in this, Nacole. The rebel, the free-spirit, the wanting to do all the things and none of the things...I've made a religion, at times, of all the trying rather than build a faith on what's planted right in front of me. <br />Thank you for scratching out the itch down in your bones, friend. For writing it real. Like I told you before, the good, the gritty, the gorgeous--that's what this is.Hollynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4108147564771067205.post-89800042633994735522014-03-04T15:37:19.738-08:002014-03-04T15:37:19.738-08:00This is really something, Nacole. I felt like we w...This is really something, Nacole. I felt like we were sitting side-by-side on a log in the woods, and I was just listening to you talk it out. I could relate to a lot of this; I, too, struggle in walking away from adult conversations on the computer. I've tried to limit myself in so many ways (even giving up facebook, one season of lent, during the children's awake hours), but I find that I'm an all or nothing sort of person. The time may come that I'll need to give up the Internet altogether, and the thought of that unsettles me, but I will admit freely: I feel so much happier without facebook and some of the blogs I used to read. I miss it all very, very little. I'm less angry and impatient w/ the children, too. <br /><br />I struggle with the balance of wanting to pursue bigger and more and thinking it's hogwash (at least for me). If I were to write a book, why would I write it? For my family, I guess, and I'm already writing for them: printing and binding my blog posts faithfully. There will always be someone bigger and more, and I can read desperation in the blog posts of so many. Competition drips from so many words, everyone scrambling to be on top. I can't, won't play the reindeer games required for that climb: even the biggest success is temporary. I want to be true to myself. I want to write what's on my heart, and I want to capture my person and this time the very best I can. And it's ok if there are only a few people to read. A few people...a few FRIENDS...are all I need: just enough people to laugh w/ me along the way. It's ok.<br /><br /><br />I think you're growing stronger in your spirit; I do. I read that. May God bless as you continue to listen. One thing I've learned over the years is that He never hides from us. He wants relationship with us. He loves us so passionately that He sent His Son to this wanting place to die, and as a parent, I can't imagine.smoothstonesnoreply@blogger.com