tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045365800272249101.comments2018-04-21T14:14:22.195+03:00shiva's lightsaberwww.intenselypersonalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02342907541275934871noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045365800272249101.post-84327245965351639962015-04-13T02:15:44.929+03:002015-04-13T02:15:44.929+03:00I'm proud to be one of your clan. Namaste. LOV...I'm proud to be one of your clan. Namaste. LOVETracinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045365800272249101.post-32470676979900702012014-08-04T23:22:24.438+03:002014-08-04T23:22:24.438+03:00I love your words, lovely Julia. ευχαριστίες for a...I love your words, lovely Julia. ευχαριστίες for all your nude truisms. <3Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045365800272249101.post-69326487787972360632014-04-18T18:16:13.506+03:002014-04-18T18:16:13.506+03:00I loved this story, really inspired me...thank you...I loved this story, really inspired me...thank you so much for sharing this insight. And...nice pair of shoes!! Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045365800272249101.post-52045594277230901532014-04-18T10:18:30.699+03:002014-04-18T10:18:30.699+03:00Gabi, Gracias tanto por tu respuesta...me alegro e...Gabi, Gracias tanto por tu respuesta...me alegro el dia, me da la motivacion y las chispas para seguir expresandome...no es facil a veces expresar lo que es importante para me...a veces me pregunto si es el camino correcto...y tu mail me ayuda sentir que si es!!!!!<br /><br />Gracis che<br />Besoswww.intenselypersonalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02342907541275934871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045365800272249101.post-91020124503916284432014-04-17T22:52:08.971+03:002014-04-17T22:52:08.971+03:00The motto of my school in Queensland, St Ursula...The motto of my school in Queensland, St Ursula's College, where I first experienced the Catholic faith, was Perfect My Footsteps. I was always half fascinated, half annoyed by such exhortations to perfectionism. Sure, on occasion there are some things I cannot stand being imperfect in some situations.( Like this sentence.) But mostly I am very very happy with the odd shoe experiences. All a question of the higher priority as you examine so beautifully. (I was going to write 'perfectly'.) But with parables and examples and any form of interpretation the very creativity enshrined conspires against the whole concept of perfection per se. Another person may have written about a similar incident focussing on another aspect, you may have written the story differently another day, I may have read it and have had a greater or lesser response at another given moment in time. But you did and I did and now I write back. It was, it is, it has to be perfect for that what was it was. For that the boots were odd. Perfect from some angle by some observer or just by being themselves, that pair. For me this is the essence of the concept of perfection. It excites me to think of perfection being imperfection for it implies a growing towards, a changing, a developing. Creativity. Never ending creation. It's the process not the product. Like your boots. And I love it. Many thanks and Happy Easter Julia.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13142760042124568002noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045365800272249101.post-31951814698791503682014-04-17T22:06:46.016+03:002014-04-17T22:06:46.016+03:00Thank you,Julia!
Perfect timing for me to read thi...Thank you,Julia!<br />Perfect timing for me to read this as i just been thru a very similar stuff (thought processes ).. and its good to know we are all insane haha ..in a way.. Thanks for your beautiful writing! Love.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17183347468035147329noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045365800272249101.post-80071832040772703032014-04-17T18:55:11.284+03:002014-04-17T18:55:11.284+03:00Understanding that expectations are the root of mo...Understanding that expectations are the root of most of our disappointments is a tough road. They are also no one;s business but our own. Let go of these things. They seem comfortable at first, but they will only weigh you down. Nice shoes.John D.C. Mastershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14547904087006566487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045365800272249101.post-15897222346081950762014-04-17T18:54:40.538+03:002014-04-17T18:54:40.538+03:00Understanding that expectations are the root of mo...Understanding that expectations are the root of most of our disappointments is a tough road. They are also no one;s business but our own. Let go of these things. They seem comfortable at first, but they will only weigh you down. Nice shoes.John D.C. Mastershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14547904087006566487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045365800272249101.post-48184197281795810082014-04-17T18:13:30.917+03:002014-04-17T18:13:30.917+03:00Gringa, ame tu post. Últimamente estos son pensami...Gringa, ame tu post. Últimamente estos son pensamientos que tambien rondan mi mente... me di cuenta que la autoexigencia conmigo misma es tan enorme que prefiero paralizarme y no intentar a «fracasar» por no ser perfecta y hacer todo bien. Me di cuenta que tantas veces en mi vida perdi la preciosa oportunidad de permitirme intentar algo que me gustaba por «saber» que no seria la mejor... y tantas veces me paralice en el miedo de saberme humana y falible, resistiendome con uñas y dientes a algo tan inevitable... casi como sin poderme perdonar ser humana. Y todo sin darme cuenta. Creo que todavia soy asi, y no puedo perdonarme, y sigo castigandome por no ser «la mejor» en todo... por ser yo, Gaby, una persona intentando lo mejor de mi, doing my best, siendo simplemente humana. Es algo enorme que te hayas podido perdonar y admiro que lo puedas compartir desde un lugar tan lindo, simple, y por eso tan luminoso. Te mando un fuerte abrazo y gracias por seguir compartiendo todo esto. Gaby Guerrerohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11847250415476428845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045365800272249101.post-3362882145634301212014-04-17T18:13:10.601+03:002014-04-17T18:13:10.601+03:00This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.Gaby Guerrerohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11847250415476428845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045365800272249101.post-5929452566655817432014-03-06T09:36:28.661+02:002014-03-06T09:36:28.661+02:00AS the great philosopher Popeye said, "I am w...AS the great philosopher Popeye said, "I am what I am…"John D.C. Mastershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14547904087006566487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045365800272249101.post-68246614593860781862014-03-04T21:29:04.870+02:002014-03-04T21:29:04.870+02:00YesYesgrampyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01215728505561673455noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045365800272249101.post-20570391643089223262014-01-14T19:58:48.046+02:002014-01-14T19:58:48.046+02:00I'm feel certain you know what I mean when I s...I'm feel certain you know what I mean when I say that sometimes very occasionally you read something or even just pick up a book and think that is complete. I don't need to read that book just yet. Suffice I know of its existence. Or I cannot reply or comment on a piece of writing as the piece <br />was complete and needs no addition from me. I understand all in one gulp. You have expressed a gulp of thought and I quaff your idea, concept, image down in a single byte. I will swirl it around in my mind. Apologies for the mixed timescale of the analogy. I will only add that I love the odd funny bit that sideswipes you and jolts the tone into another place altogether with a hiccup. Love lynne , sitting ostensibly working and waiting for Louis in a wether spoons in rusholme. Class!<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07546408039121821615noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045365800272249101.post-83319738483556217492013-12-24T19:21:48.282+02:002013-12-24T19:21:48.282+02:00so this is what I did yesterday...I went for a wal...so this is what I did yesterday...I went for a walk, in the hills at the back of the house. I don't see anyone. I go up a path that is really really muddy, and stoney...there is no one...so I turn around and let out a primal scream that wavered in and out of a primal whimper...when I opened my eyes, there was a man. a runner. that was embarrassing for both of us.<br /><br />later, having not seen anyone for about an hour, I hid (thank goodness) away from the main path and dropped my pants for a wee. That was when I met the second man of the day...<br /><br />...so, erm, not sure if that really helped with the hormonal imbalances...www.intenselypersonalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02342907541275934871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045365800272249101.post-82892880332658865412013-12-22T12:42:45.182+02:002013-12-22T12:42:45.182+02:00Let me know if you get some good advice there my f...Let me know if you get some good advice there my friend!;)mayadelichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08686267537250359708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045365800272249101.post-64333077343005303152013-12-22T10:29:01.915+02:002013-12-22T10:29:01.915+02:00Im glad I read this julia - you put into words (so...Im glad I read this julia - you put into words (so well) something that I try to do, ie try to protect my mind. I sometimes accuse myself of being an ostrich, but know it is how I function best, without fear. I feel affirmed by this peice you wrote, and more informed. Ta!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07398434806598646627noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045365800272249101.post-13798426779968812042013-12-21T21:06:40.827+02:002013-12-21T21:06:40.827+02:00Love u
Wish you beautiful days! Love u<br />Wish you beautiful days! Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06642123547267055172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045365800272249101.post-60321395710791053702013-11-28T23:26:56.275+02:002013-11-28T23:26:56.275+02:00Beautiful Julia!
I sent you a lot of love!
Me gust...Beautiful Julia!<br />I sent you a lot of love!<br />Me gusto lo que que escribiste de Argentina gringa! Digo, yo siento lo mismo, es mi pais, pero yo no miraba el noticiero alla tampoco, mis viejos lo viven mirando, y vivian (cuando yo estaba alla e iba a la universidad etc) con el corazon en la boca pensando que algo me podia pasar.... y eso no es vida, es estar en una preocupacion constante, cuando en realidad cosas malas pasan, si tienen que pasar, en Argentina, Holanda o la China... <br />los medios distorsionan, vuelven locos a quienes se dejan hipnotizar por sus cinematografias.. me acuerdo una vez en un curso de historia del cine nos mostraban como los medios usan los mismo recursos (la musica, los angulos de la camara, los efectos, etc) para NARRAR y SHOCKEAR al espectador.. lo loco es que ni yo me habia percatado de esos recursos que usaban, hasta que no fui a ese curso, y ahi empece a prestar atencion a la MUSICA que usan, los tonos, el relato, los encuadres.. todo... es ficcion!<br /><br />en fin... te queria decir que gracias por compartirlo por mail, gracias por expresarte, y que te mande un beso enorme!<br /><br />GabyGaby Guerrerohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11847250415476428845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045365800272249101.post-86475274264806922362013-11-18T22:31:46.343+02:002013-11-18T22:31:46.343+02:00Como siempre Julia, me has dado muchas cosas en qu...Como siempre Julia, me has dado muchas cosas en qué pensar. Te quiero mucho. <br />Betinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05798635937982453197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045365800272249101.post-14188545439083530362013-11-18T22:31:26.887+02:002013-11-18T22:31:26.887+02:00Como siempre Julia, me has dado muchas cosas en qu...Como siempre Julia, me has dado muchas cosas en qué pensar. Te quiero mucho. <br />Betinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05798635937982453197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045365800272249101.post-621050004003670112013-11-06T05:26:32.540+02:002013-11-06T05:26:32.540+02:00Beautiful, Julia! :)Beautiful, Julia! :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05564269567416643610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045365800272249101.post-73289598682960665762013-11-05T17:58:35.889+02:002013-11-05T17:58:35.889+02:00thank you!thank you!www.intenselypersonalhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02342907541275934871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045365800272249101.post-12466079860641177992013-11-05T00:11:38.356+02:002013-11-05T00:11:38.356+02:00Thank you for that Julia. Was the answer in endles...Thank you for that Julia. Was the answer in endless confusing thoughts. Very inspiring and powerful.ComeonJimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07719920395583543518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045365800272249101.post-47978475807963188892013-11-04T23:14:31.612+02:002013-11-04T23:14:31.612+02:00Lovely! Lovely! John D.C. Mastershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14547904087006566487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045365800272249101.post-90284786259681925372013-08-20T09:59:05.395+03:002013-08-20T09:59:05.395+03:00Wonderful text dearest Julia! Very enlightening an...Wonderful text dearest Julia! Very enlightening and clarifying on difficult issues! A pleasure too read!biahmu@gmail.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04679210768170865064noreply@blogger.com