Egg in Spoon
Who can say how much enriched we could be by attending the details of life? But I know my life would be poorer if I hadn't stumbled onto your page. I love your thoughts, and I love that you think them. And I'm glad your stuff didn't get auctioned afterall.
Thank YOU, Shari, you wonderful eclectic ball of fabulousness and love you. Who needs a whole audience with you in their corner? I could write for your eyes only, I think, and be completely fulfilled.
Is it okay if I hate you a little bit for a minute, for posting something which prompted me to think only: she is so, so spot on.
You mean, you DON'T write just for me? 
You're too cute! And I can't wait to meet you in person!!!
Hi, Jill. It's really been too long since we've talked, and for some reason your blog address just popped into my head tonight (as I am procrastinating, reading about your books and tables and glassware, when I should be writing a paper on evaluating human performance for my project managem ... woops, just lost interest in my assigment before I could even describe it). I remember when I decided, years ago, that I'd fallen head over heels for this woman in Sacramento, and left most of my possessions in a dumpster so that I could drive to California and live with her and her autistic daughter. Strange week, that was. On the way to California, with a few remaining possessions sitting on the back of my truck, I decided it was still too much and donated some items to a native American mission somewhere in New Mexico. I suppose I felt liberated in a way, but I also felt naked. Without basic furniture, in many ways I was too reliant on the California woman when I finally arrived. To console myself, I kept repeating the line from Kahlil Gibran's "The Prophet" ... Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral. Well, I'm glad to hear that you did not lose all of your stuff, and I hope that you are well.
I've recently done some reading on political philosophy - Kant (while being a complete lunatic) also stumbled onto something extremely profound - to paraphrase, while our wordly, rational, and desiring sides all like to be satisfied, the strongest motivating factor for people is the desire to be recognized as worthy by other people - especially other people that you yourself think are special. It's the one thing that people are truly willing to sacrifice themselves for.. respect, love, friendship, recognition of being human by those you recognize as such. From what I can tell, and from knowing you personally, you're a very very wealthy woman. Looking forward to seeing you soon...
Jill...is it true? Am I really going to get to hug your neck this weekend? Can't wait.
Wonderful post. I'd turned into an admiring lurker, but this one brought out the commenter in me. The details of life have thwarted me. I pay no attention until one bites me on the butt. I welcome those who love to organize me.
Jill, really rocked meeting you this weekend. How have I not been reading you before this? Well, that problem is solved now. My next plan is to work my way into being your boyfriend...hmmm.
Hi Jill! Just missing you a little, that's all. Thought I'd say hi.
Hello, Jill! It was good to read this. Sometimes the reason I don't want to be aware is because it hurts so darn much. It feels brave to be aware and it's a process to be up for it on a regular basis.
I like your voice.
Hello.. The singaporean reader from eons ago. Thought I'll swing by again. Cant believe i still remember your site and got the address right on the first try!
Keep up the good work!
Hey, lady - hope you made it home safely....miss you!
Hi Jilly! Are you ever coming back? How're things? How's Fred??
Hello!!....Have you died. Come back and write. I KNOW KNOW KNOW you have good material.
I am going to hold my breath until you post again. I'm serious.
Hi! Kisses to Fred, please!!
I miss you, too.
/waving hello
Come back, dag nabbit. I never comment here, but you need to start posting again.
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