tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690056796251418125.post8118181449418346724..comments2023-04-16T09:26:27.098-06:00Comments on Olive Kite: I sometimes wonder . . .Olive Kitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11333932651047444824noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690056796251418125.post-24593684072589540082008-07-14T18:34:00.000-06:002008-07-14T18:34:00.000-06:00If you still have a copy of the David O. McKay ess...If you still have a copy of the David O. McKay essays from when Christl's essay won, dig it out and read it. She writes about her mom carefully folding away dreams and putting them away for later.literaqueenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13132852620921225015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690056796251418125.post-27547206857290138492008-06-12T11:57:00.000-06:002008-06-12T11:57:00.000-06:00This is the toughest comment to respond to. Someti...This is the toughest comment to respond to. Sometimes, I dream that I can write. And sometimes, I feel like no matter what I do, it will never come out right or never be finished. But one carries on, right?<BR/><BR/>Writing has different facets. It doesn't need to be poetic. It DOES need to be sincere, honest, and interesting. Your blog is all of those things . . . and I bet it's poetic in places too! AND, who needs writing when you have plants and flowers and . . . all that is beautiful.Olive Kitehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11333932651047444824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690056796251418125.post-79860999880573311132008-06-11T11:08:00.000-06:002008-06-11T11:08:00.000-06:00The wonderful way you write makes me want to be ab...The wonderful way you write makes me want to be able to write as you do or to not write because when I do write, it isn't beautiful, flowing, poetic, and moving.Idahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09158661367259827440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690056796251418125.post-25907068036455468032008-06-07T16:57:00.000-06:002008-06-07T16:57:00.000-06:00A journal? Ugh.A journal? Ugh.Olive Kitehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11333932651047444824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690056796251418125.post-73889519162106122002008-06-07T13:43:00.000-06:002008-06-07T13:43:00.000-06:00I think it means to write it down in your journal....I think it means to write it down in your journal.Betty Edithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03495563207582931769noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690056796251418125.post-29587916005467818072008-06-07T01:01:00.001-06:002008-06-07T01:01:00.001-06:00I like the quotation, by the way.I like the quotation, by the way.Olive Kitehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11333932651047444824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690056796251418125.post-91064842349847350312008-06-07T01:01:00.000-06:002008-06-07T01:01:00.000-06:00What does "to put it away" mean? Does it mean that...What does "to put it away" mean? Does it mean that you forget about it? Or does it mean that you carefully wrap it in your finest hankerchief and slip it inside your pocket, where you save it for later?Olive Kitehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11333932651047444824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3690056796251418125.post-21009743330858894042008-06-04T14:51:00.000-06:002008-06-04T14:51:00.000-06:00q. All of the above.Perhaps it is reconciling the ...q. All of the above.<BR/><BR/>Perhaps it is reconciling the intrigue of everything physical with the ideals and memory of the spiritual.<BR/><BR/>I like the following quote, which seems to be attributed to Virginia Woolf, but which I could only find quoted from the movie The Hours:<BR/><BR/>"To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is...at last, to love it for what it is, and then to put it away."<BR/><BR/>And I can't say I exactly know what that means 100%, but since I first heard it I've always felt it resonate somewhere inside of me.<BR/><BR/>And that's part of being human too.Betty Edithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03495563207582931769noreply@blogger.com