tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post8414663135777466043..comments2024-03-22T17:39:44.420-07:00Comments on 37th Dream/ Rumors of Peace at Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise: ... but I'm not the only one (-:amhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-39916381951251824512011-11-11T05:00:14.272-08:002011-11-11T05:00:14.272-08:00Solitary Walker, robin andrea and bev -- Thank you...Solitary Walker, robin andrea and bev -- Thank you for giving some thought to this with me. As always, I appreciate your comments.<br /><br />As I write this, I am recalling that as a young child and up until I met Richard, I did not want to be looked at. Although early photos of me show me to be a lively and confident little girl, I became extremely shy by the time I was 8 years old. I remember closing my eyes and trying, with all my heart and mind, to disappear. Classrooms were excruciating for me. I lived in terror of being called on to speak, which for me involved being looked at and potentially criticized. <br /><br />So there is another category -- those who learn to not want to be looked at or heard. Children are born needing to be looked at and heard. Without that, there is failure to thrive, but with some children that needing to be looked and heard goes away entirely. Maybe that was why I spent so much time in my bedroom reading books and going out walking with our family dog in places where I didn't see many people. <br /><br />Thank goodness that reading books and walking in the natural world kept me connected to life and eventually led me forward to find that it was safe to be seen and heard in the company of other people. I am grateful to Richard for seeing me and loving me from when we were both 17 until his death at 58. Our relationship began in the third category and lives on in the fourth category. As bev said about Don, Richard was my Muse.amhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09212213177713917828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-22058582353090880032011-11-07T13:16:43.026-08:002011-11-07T13:16:43.026-08:00Love the photograph too. I am in the third catego...Love the photograph too. I am in the third category (Don was my Muse) and the fourth (I like to think that Don and my father still look at me), and your fifth (I must mean something to my dogs).bevhttp://magickcanoe.com/blog14noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-6600433040816765302011-11-04T08:01:37.522-07:002011-11-04T08:01:37.522-07:00This is a wonderful post. I like thinking about al...This is a wonderful post. I like thinking about all the categories. I love the categories you added, most especially the fifth, sixth and eighth. <br /><br />I would like to see myself as others see me. <br /><br />And, I like your self portrait very much.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877731088554997649.post-71893894930611698822011-11-04T01:38:20.750-07:002011-11-04T01:38:20.750-07:00Wonderful post. I like the photograph. And I like ...Wonderful post. I like the photograph. And I like your extra categories. Myself, I feel a natural affinity with the fourth category although, as you say, many of us have membership - either full, part-time or lapsed - in all the categories.The Solitary Walkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11284354541952038339noreply@blogger.com