tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041919351515897855.post2998379036351908192..comments2023-11-02T08:33:25.379-04:00Comments on Embrace The Suck: LemonsMerry MEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00462036349233154101noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041919351515897855.post-5301223537145728022009-04-14T12:04:00.000-04:002009-04-14T12:04:00.000-04:00I am a newcoming to Mary's posting, but not a newc...I am a newcoming to Mary's posting, but not a newcomer to Mary. After the smiling at the sweet little girl in her Easter hat, I found Fyre Bird's comment that referred to in an earlier posting. I wasn't sure where it would be so loved rereading the last months's worth. Then I found it and became sad remembering those dark days, wondering then how we could make ME smile again and being angry all over again at the Admiral and his lemons. Maybe it wasn't a 20 year nap, but it has been 20 years of watching you blossom into the angel you are. JDC is another angel in the midst - two angels, one elephant and one grump. lrgAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041919351515897855.post-60479444107922797902009-04-13T13:17:00.000-04:002009-04-13T13:17:00.000-04:00I'm very thankful and lucky that I didn't lose you...I'm very thankful and lucky that I didn't lose you to that 20-year nap.<BR/><BR/>~wAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041919351515897855.post-49793860373014899652009-04-12T08:26:00.000-04:002009-04-12T08:26:00.000-04:00Most of the time, bearing witness to the drama's w...Most of the time, bearing witness to the drama's which play out here is difficult to do. As much as Mary tres to let things "run off her back," I see the grump adjust his thinking and attack in a different way. That this is done for the most part when He and Mary are alone troubles me a great deal. It means what I do see is only the tip of the ice berg; or the drooling end of the elephants snout. That this affects our relationship on an irregular basis is the good news. That it affects us at all, the sad. As a metaphor Mary likens the existance here and with her siblings like having an "Elephant in the living room." We experienced our own "elephant" for several days as we tip-toed around each other for a reason that escapes me now. Eventually, we faced the elephant. It now performs at our leisure, and became the brunt of a playful exchange. We are now as we were - happy with each other-showing affection - pleased in who we are. To see and hear Mary laugh is joyful. To see her in pain is anything but. You all, posting to her blog is a God-Send to and for her. First, she puts a lot of effort into being true to her feelings as she posts. This is a very good thing. Second, she looks to the respnses eagerly, somewhat like a kid going in the door of a candy store. This too is good. Ultimately the really good news is that she has found kindred spirits; as you can read, Mary is very easy to Love - just for who and what she is. So, from the depths of my heart, I am proud to see Mary express herself so openly and lovingly; and grateful to you all, who caress her with Love and support. God bless you all. jdcAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041919351515897855.post-24027708960397104812009-04-11T04:16:00.000-04:002009-04-11T04:16:00.000-04:00As the only therapist Sorrow likes(!!!) I think le...As the only therapist Sorrow likes(!!!) I think lemons are wonderful, I love the smell the colour and the taste. I like that you can take a lemon and put it with so many things in life and get a depth of taste (perspective) that wasn't there before.<BR/>I like that I've even learnt to suck one and get something from doing it.<BR/>xxFire Byrdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05477692359400671374noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8041919351515897855.post-12723503004731581782009-04-10T21:59:00.000-04:002009-04-10T21:59:00.000-04:00You know,I have never been very found of lemons,fo...You know,<BR/>I have never been very found of lemons,<BR/>for exactly the same reason.<BR/>I had a very narrow minded arsehat tell me when i was so wounded, so scared, and in so much emotional pain that i could see, feel or comprehend much of anything. That i needed to take the little bit of " Lemon" life had dealt me and add some sugar to it, and everything would be OK.<BR/>( one of the reasons I <B><I> HATE</I></B> therapists)<BR/>It was many years later a good friend said " when life hands you lemons, grab the salt and tequila, it won't make it go away, but it sure makes it funny for a few minutes" <BR/>I then stopped hating lemons.<BR/>~laughing~Sorrowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03058557348955007784noreply@blogger.com