tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post5881939801784534006..comments2024-03-11T19:40:23.089+00:00Comments on Views from the bike shed: Moments of transcendenceThe bike shedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05195882998271591934noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-74409590297638965382011-04-03T22:17:05.125+01:002011-04-03T22:17:05.125+01:00What a well-written memory - I can almost feel you...What a well-written memory - I can almost feel your emotion. I love to watch Baby Badger sleep (and not just because she's quiet!) - she looks so serene and peaceful.Mother Badgerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02101311313766475409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-610289750844836452011-04-02T11:26:51.084+01:002011-04-02T11:26:51.084+01:00Mark, this is a great post as always and so intell...Mark, this is a great post as always and so intelligently written. <br /><br />The memory is truly an amazing thing. I had a bit of a rough time with my daughter's birth and never think about but agreed to write my birth story for Maternity Matters, as I sat there writing it I realised that I remembered it with almost photographic detail. All my thoughts, feelings and sensations came flooding back. Memories are so often tied to strong emotions of love, fear, anxiety, longing, joy...the list could go on and this embeds these moments within a little cupboard in our minds just waiting for one day to be jolted back to the forefront. <br /><br />Thanks for sharing this moment in time with us for the Maternity Matters Meme. And personally I would like to thank you for you sharing your art with us and making me want to hone my own craft. xThe Domestic Anarchisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03496357005334614107noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-65300069210898127392011-04-02T05:01:44.920+01:002011-04-02T05:01:44.920+01:00What a brilliant post. Thank you xWhat a brilliant post. Thank you xjenniehttp://www.edspire.co.uk/2010/09/29/dear-esther-and-william/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-91488257540688954162011-03-29T20:43:20.852+01:002011-03-29T20:43:20.852+01:00Lovely!Lovely!The Mulehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06786143388807016249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-32359961710974393622010-12-29T18:58:11.508+00:002010-12-29T18:58:11.508+00:00This is so beautiful and touching. Probably the be...This is so beautiful and touching. Probably the best bit of writing I've read this year. Thank you.Jeanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00124374747737466986noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-91788293562749742552010-12-21T03:28:29.908+00:002010-12-21T03:28:29.908+00:00A lovely post, and so true. Since her passing, I f...A lovely post, and so true. Since her passing, I find myself recalling small details about my mother I believed forgotten...<br /><br />Have a wonderful time in your new home and I hope the year ahead will be a good one.ehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11376645220662546020noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-31459087228240238532010-12-20T20:47:33.140+00:002010-12-20T20:47:33.140+00:00What a beautiful post, one of the best I have read...What a beautiful post, one of the best I have read this entire year and one that has really made me think about memories and expression. You have totally inspired me. Thank you Mark!<br />Have a wonderful Christmas in your new family house and I hope it provides some more wonderful memories xAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08577641788742285017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-16164269965651621662010-12-20T18:28:11.423+00:002010-12-20T18:28:11.423+00:00I've been struggling with several snow paintin...I've been struggling with several snow paintings this past month, they've all gone in the bin - now I know how, thank you, thats a wonderfully expressive painting.<br /><br />The writing is not half bad either :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-3661545479741907402010-12-20T12:28:35.825+00:002010-12-20T12:28:35.825+00:00Lovely. Thank you.Lovely. Thank you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-65178522330512300242010-12-19T11:51:46.096+00:002010-12-19T11:51:46.096+00:00I think the first time I realized this whole point...I think the first time I realized this whole point of your post, was when I looked back in memories and saw a drawing I did and I saw a painting I saw in my head and most of what I have done is already planted in my head and getting them out and visible is my life as Abraham Lincoln (me) saw it, painted it, drew it or wrote about it. Marvelous post.<br /><br />Thanks for visiting the last model from the Lincoln Production Company, Melissa. Copy and paste the link below to see what Mark saw.<br /><br />http://abrahamlincolnsblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/baby-factory-announcement.htmlAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-32282025554893790362010-12-18T23:52:45.328+00:002010-12-18T23:52:45.328+00:00I think your quote from Mr. Daniels describes it f...I think your quote from Mr. Daniels describes it for me...<br />Thank you, a beautiful piece of writing if you will allow me to say so.the fly in the webhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04563871975125538755noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-56567884391884983422010-12-18T16:51:26.119+00:002010-12-18T16:51:26.119+00:00I was lost in your writing here Mark. Beautiful.I was lost in your writing here Mark. Beautiful.Cait O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04569760764766505179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-28293336291089191492010-12-18T16:03:47.417+00:002010-12-18T16:03:47.417+00:00How lovely, I wonder why the mind selects some mom...How lovely, I wonder why the mind selects some moments to recall in such detail, even though they seemed quite insignificant at the time?Kathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04003521059890699861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-31753809868063654712010-12-18T11:51:32.732+00:002010-12-18T11:51:32.732+00:00Now I know why I enjoy reading your posts... sheer...Now I know why I enjoy reading your posts... sheer poetry at times, and wonderful use of language. The sight of one's children sleeping is one of innocence, and you immediately want to keep them safe more than at any other time, for they look so vulnerable, asleep. Then they grow into hulks of men in their late thirties and early forties - and you still want to keep them safe!<br />Merry Christmas and all the best for the New Year, if I don't get chance to say it later.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-876862148358784705.post-9047785715634275162010-12-18T11:13:13.276+00:002010-12-18T11:13:13.276+00:00Me too. Since my grandfather died last year I had ...Me too. Since my grandfather died last year I had so many forgotten memories returned to me or unlocked - not sure what - none of them significant in their meaning but, by God, the details in them are cinematic. They are a great comfort.Stevehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02133900289384226725noreply@blogger.com