tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381019337816177372.post3743325705196749351..comments2023-07-28T04:34:48.956-07:00Comments on This and That: New MoonCarolyn Tindorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18021732104470702542noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381019337816177372.post-33982707528516301792016-10-31T04:08:49.810-07:002016-10-31T04:08:49.810-07:00What a lovely image of the night sky. You might wa...What a lovely image of the night sky. You might want to try journaling; I know you blog, but there could be some personal stuff that you wouldn't want to put online. When I get angry like you described, it is usually (hidden underneath some other layers) that I'm afraid. thesycamoretreehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15182019323050600440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381019337816177372.post-56353116766453455262016-10-30T10:41:46.088-07:002016-10-30T10:41:46.088-07:00What a fabulous way you expressed yourself and inf...What a fabulous way you expressed yourself and informed the cosmos that, they hadn't seen the last of Sharyn yet! I keep hearing the old Bob Seger tune "Blame it on midnite...oooh shame on the moon.Carolyn Tindorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18021732104470702542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4381019337816177372.post-91681493272902633222016-10-30T07:15:19.633-07:002016-10-30T07:15:19.633-07:00when I could still see the moon I'd often simp...when I could still see the moon I'd often simply stand and look at it when I'd take the dogs out for their midnight run. Something I've never told anyone (you mean there is something left?) When I had breast cancer I'd lift my nighty and expose them to the moon. Made me feel more proactive somehow, because there was nothing else I could do. Funny of world full of funny old people...Sharyn Mallow Woerzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17776056375534578046noreply@blogger.com