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Friday, January 12, 2007
A Gift
My dear Sweetest put this together for me knowing I was on the road and would have very little time to update my blog. I'm speechless at the beautiful gesture, so enjoy.
Sweetest, I cannot begin to tell you how special a gift that was. I had tears in my eyes knowing how long it must have taken you to put 166 images into this video. Only love moves like this and I can feel that love 8000 miles away. To say I am blown away would be to put it mildly. Let me put it this way, I'm within walking distance of the beach and ocean, and if I were looking upon them right now, I would not see them. I wish I knew a better way to say thank you. You've touched me in ways I don't know how to explain. Love to you my dearest Sweetest one. :-)
It was my absolute and sincere pleasure, really was. I was so delighted seeing all those images once again and being reminded as each one passed across the screen not only of how much beauty you have created visually, but also in the words of each chapter that lies behind each image. Joy, that's the only word to describe this past year of the story, words and images, you spread joy. :-) And I'm overjoyed that you liked the montage. Love and hugs, dear poppet, and thank you for such heartwarming words, x
Sweetest, I just watched it again, and again I was amazed at the emotion that came over me. Each image is like a diary entry. I remember the title, the story, what I was thinking when I wrote it, what was happening to the characters at that point in time and the comments that particular post elicited. I also think of the relationships tied to many of those images and the story. I think of Tube and the good times we shared in the early days of the story. I think of Lisa and the wonderful comments she left me on Ji's Sanctuary and the many, many others who came to the fount of the story and drank at one time or another. Turning those images brings back the joy and also the sadness of friends found and friends lost, of characters coming into being and others losing their grip on this life. I simply can't watch without being deeply moved. These images, and the story they support over the last year, is perhaps, nothing less than my life. And you know what? (she says what?) I haven't even scratched the surface of how incredibly emotional I get when I think of the gift you've given me, not just with this montage, but over the entire story with your encouragement and enthusiasm. I can truly say, there has been no one else like you, and in my mind, all the money in all the banks in all the worlds would not be equal to the debt of gratitude I feel toward your love. Sweet dreams when you get that far.
Is there anyone you know who has more to give so wholely and sweetly than our Autumn? I loved watching these pictures, and yes, reminiscing on old times, fun giggling into the night in tandem with people connected so many miles apart. Thanks A - for your kindnesses and thoughtfulness which defines who you are. Thank you Trée for being the hub of the wheel, to which we have all flocked this past year in hopes of a moment of beauty, drama, love, tears - you've had it all.
Reading your comment made me all teary, teary through smiles, and mostly for hearing about your relationship with your story (images included) and the memories that they bring. I knew it, of course, but reading your words here just made me want to hug you, and having done that, to tell you that though this past year has been something exceptional to you, it has also meant something real special to me. I have memories too. Of chapters, of comments, of others and mostly of you. I've said it before, but I see it as a great gift that you have shared with us, on the surface the wonder of the story and the images, but at the same time it has allowed us to see you more clearly, to enter more deeply, to look into that beautiful soul that is yours, to see some of how you see, think and feel, your view of the world and those in it, and that is just about the most special gift one person can award another, the gift of allowing them inside.
I cannot stress enough how fortunate I feel to have been able to follow this blog/story/you for the past year plus, it really has been my absolute pleasure, and this will make you smile (I think), know this, every comment that I have written did not adequately express just how much I loved reading the words and viewing the images.
I loved what I saw in you from the very first post of yours that I read, and each time I come back here, it is a confirmation of what I saw then, essentially. A sweet heart in simplest terms. :-)
I've heard the words many times: 'You love everything'. It isn't true, but I do love it here.
Terry, lots of good times, wonderful memories, lots more to come though, and that's the beauty of it, it's ongoing. Such sweet words, very, very kind, but it was such a pleasure and, selfishly, it saves me scrolling. :-D
Another great gift, Poppet, is that I can spew here all I want. I may just have to a little more later, when I get back, that's how touched I was by your response.
Love to you, sweet dreams, and have a wonderful day tomorrow.
I have no idea how to follow a comment like that other than to say the feeling is mutual. I've said it many times, I really don't think this story is here today without you. Readers come and go as does those who find the story of interest and those who are moved enough to comment. I love them all but no one has engaged the story the way you have. And no one has commented on every single posting, but not just commenting in a drive-by style, but throwing your heart and soul into what is happening. I can't begin to tell you how much that means to me. And to the question, "Can one person make a difference?", I say yes. I say yes because you have made a difference in my life and you continue to do so. I'm not sure I know how to explain how important writing this story has been to me over the last year. Let me rephrase that, I'm not sure I can say how important the comments on this story have been for me. I'm a different person today because of it. I know first hand, over many months the power of a kind word, a word that doesn't cost us a penny to give, but has more power than all the money we could muster. To know something is one thing, to live it quite another. You guys have allowed me to live the affect of receiving kind words and those kind words live in me and have become a part of me. That is a very powerful thing. And I am filled with gratitude for it.
I don't know how to reply, so imagine I touched one hand to your cheek and laid the other over my heart, looked into your eyes so that you could look into mine, and simply said: 'Thank you for being you.'
DJB, the credit goes to Autumn for putting this together for me. I don't think I would have taken the time to put 166 images into a single slide show. I still can't express what an incredible gift this was that she gave to me.
Oh Autumn! That was just magnificent! Like melancholy memories of a walk with a loved one. Tree, I can't tell you how many times an image would come up and a smile would cross my face. Fireflies, shells, a lake, Goldie, and, of course, the moon. It is as if I can remember the creation of each one and share in the joy and pride of them all over again.
Thank you both for what you have given. I'll watch that again and again. Brilliant!
Me too, smiles throughout seeing those images, 'old' smiles and 'new' smiles. :-) Old for the memories of them, new for the wow-factor all over again, each time, which illustrates just how wonderful they each are. :-)
What a gesture!! From autumn storm!! and wonderful comments of gratitude from you too ******************************* all the money in all the banks in all the worlds would not be equal to the debt of gratitude I feel toward your love. ******************************* Just overwhelming reading it
19 comments:
Sweetest, I cannot begin to tell you how special a gift that was. I had tears in my eyes knowing how long it must have taken you to put 166 images into this video. Only love moves like this and I can feel that love 8000 miles away. To say I am blown away would be to put it mildly. Let me put it this way, I'm within walking distance of the beach and ocean, and if I were looking upon them right now, I would not see them. I wish I knew a better way to say thank you. You've touched me in ways I don't know how to explain. Love to you my dearest Sweetest one. :-)
It was my absolute and sincere pleasure, really was. I was so delighted seeing all those images once again and being reminded as each one passed across the screen not only of how much beauty you have created visually, but also in the words of each chapter that lies behind each image.
Joy, that's the only word to describe this past year of the story, words and images, you spread joy. :-)
And I'm overjoyed that you liked the montage. Love and hugs, dear poppet, and thank you for such heartwarming words, x
Sweetest, I just watched it again, and again I was amazed at the emotion that came over me. Each image is like a diary entry. I remember the title, the story, what I was thinking when I wrote it, what was happening to the characters at that point in time and the comments that particular post elicited. I also think of the relationships tied to many of those images and the story. I think of Tube and the good times we shared in the early days of the story. I think of Lisa and the wonderful comments she left me on Ji's Sanctuary and the many, many others who came to the fount of the story and drank at one time or another. Turning those images brings back the joy and also the sadness of friends found and friends lost, of characters coming into being and others losing their grip on this life. I simply can't watch without being deeply moved. These images, and the story they support over the last year, is perhaps, nothing less than my life. And you know what? (she says what?) I haven't even scratched the surface of how incredibly emotional I get when I think of the gift you've given me, not just with this montage, but over the entire story with your encouragement and enthusiasm. I can truly say, there has been no one else like you, and in my mind, all the money in all the banks in all the worlds would not be equal to the debt of gratitude I feel toward your love. Sweet dreams when you get that far.
The Whole Gang :-)
Is there anyone you know who has more to give so wholely and sweetly than our Autumn? I loved watching these pictures, and yes, reminiscing on old times, fun giggling into the night in tandem with people connected so many miles apart. Thanks A - for your kindnesses and thoughtfulness which defines who you are. Thank you Trée for being the hub of the wheel, to which we have all flocked this past year in hopes of a moment of beauty, drama, love, tears - you've had it all.
Terry, she is a special one, no doubt about that. Hub. I kinda like that name. :-D
Have a great weekend wild woman and know I too sleep under the protection of mother California. :-D
Someone said emotional. :*)
Sweet dreams when you get that far, sweet stuff. I'll reply in a short while. :-)
Reading your comment made me all teary, teary through smiles, and mostly for hearing about your relationship with your story (images included) and the memories that they bring. I knew it, of course, but reading your words here just made me want to hug you, and having done that, to tell you that though this past year has been something exceptional to you, it has also meant something real special to me. I have memories too. Of chapters, of comments, of others and mostly of you.
I've said it before, but I see it as a great gift that you have shared with us, on the surface the wonder of the story and the images, but at the same time it has allowed us to see you more clearly, to enter more deeply, to look into that beautiful soul that is yours, to see some of how you see, think and feel, your view of the world and those in it, and that is just about the most special gift one person can award another, the gift of allowing them inside.
I cannot stress enough how fortunate I feel to have been able to follow this blog/story/you for the past year plus, it really has been my absolute pleasure, and this will make you smile (I think), know this, every comment that I have written did not adequately express just how much I loved reading the words and viewing the images.
I loved what I saw in you from the very first post of yours that I read, and each time I come back here, it is a confirmation of what I saw then, essentially. A sweet heart in simplest terms. :-)
I've heard the words many times: 'You love everything'. It isn't true, but I do love it here.
Terry, lots of good times, wonderful memories, lots more to come though, and that's the beauty of it, it's ongoing. Such sweet words, very, very kind, but it was such a pleasure and, selfishly, it saves me scrolling. :-D
Another great gift, Poppet, is that I can spew here all I want. I may just have to a little more later, when I get back, that's how touched I was by your response.
Love to you, sweet dreams, and have a wonderful day tomorrow.
I have no idea how to follow a comment like that other than to say the feeling is mutual. I've said it many times, I really don't think this story is here today without you. Readers come and go as does those who find the story of interest and those who are moved enough to comment. I love them all but no one has engaged the story the way you have. And no one has commented on every single posting, but not just commenting in a drive-by style, but throwing your heart and soul into what is happening. I can't begin to tell you how much that means to me. And to the question, "Can one person make a difference?", I say yes. I say yes because you have made a difference in my life and you continue to do so. I'm not sure I know how to explain how important writing this story has been to me over the last year. Let me rephrase that, I'm not sure I can say how important the comments on this story have been for me. I'm a different person today because of it. I know first hand, over many months the power of a kind word, a word that doesn't cost us a penny to give, but has more power than all the money we could muster. To know something is one thing, to live it quite another. You guys have allowed me to live the affect of receiving kind words and those kind words live in me and have become a part of me. That is a very powerful thing. And I am filled with gratitude for it.
I don't know how to reply, so imagine I touched one hand to your cheek and laid the other over my heart, looked into your eyes so that you could look into mine, and simply said: 'Thank you for being you.'
To that I would say: Perfect. Then I would smile. And then I would, well, I think you get the idea. :-D
:-)
xo
That is awesome! :-)
Yes it was. :-)
This is something else. Wow!! I have done a couple small ones, but nowhere near this involved. Wonderful to see them all in a row this way.
DJB, the credit goes to Autumn for putting this together for me. I don't think I would have taken the time to put 166 images into a single slide show. I still can't express what an incredible gift this was that she gave to me.
Very, very touching.
Autumn you are beautiful, not only a gift to Tree but to us all....
Meg
Oh Autumn! That was just magnificent! Like melancholy memories of a walk with a loved one.
Tree, I can't tell you how many times an image would come up and a smile would cross my face. Fireflies, shells, a lake, Goldie, and, of course, the moon. It is as if I can remember the creation of each one and share in the joy and pride of them all over again.
Thank you both for what you have given. I'll watch that again and again. Brilliant!
Much Love!!! Aggie
Me too, smiles throughout seeing those images, 'old' smiles and 'new' smiles. :-) Old for the memories of them, new for the wow-factor all over again, each time, which illustrates just how wonderful they each are. :-)
What a gesture!!
From autumn storm!!
and wonderful comments of gratitude from you too
*******************************
all the money in all the banks in all the worlds would not be equal to the debt of gratitude I feel toward your love.
*******************************
Just overwhelming reading it
(*_*)
Uma
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