Sunday, November 2, 2014

Urge For Going








 

 Dear blog friends and readers, 

 

I believe I have come to the end of the trail here for awhile. 

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Thanks for everything you have given me through your own creative gifts, and to the few who have stayed with me throughout this journey, through your most generous gift of all, consistently reading and giving me feedback on my poetry. I can never thank you enough for that.


~*~

If circumstances permit I will be back, and no matter how empty the chair, there will always be a candle burning for you and this place.

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

Image: Paul Gauguin's Chair, by Vincent Van Gogh

20 comments:

  1. While I feel a sinking in my heart, I do understand the end of roads.

    I shall, however, look for you in the spring because that is what I do.

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  2. I will miss you more than you could ever know. You have inspired, taught, entertained 'novice me' ~ and for that I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

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  3. Ah dear Joy--my initial response is "say it ain't so--" but, of course, another part of me understands and hopes very much that it is just a need to recoup--and also sincerely hopes that it is not pressure felt from other bloggers, visitors, readers--the pressure of expectation. You have brought joy to every one coming here--maybe that feels odd to here because obviously many of the poems aren't "fun"==but they have a different magic. And your generous spirit has made itself felt in many ways. So I do hope the break is one of recoupment--not to add expectations--I guess I just have to hope that. Take very good care k.

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    1. Odd to "hear" is what I meant, not "here" -- hope all is well and take much care--k.

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  4. you have my email.

    i am only a note away
    if you ever need.

    or if you dont need.
    will miss you, friend.

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  5. And now this, the twist. As much as any, and more than most, I treasure your humanity, your support during my own retreats, and your intelligence and goodwill. Of course I will miss your pens, too, how you always make me think and feel so many layers at once.

    Where ever you walk, thank you, and peace ~ Michael

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  6. I feel sad at your loss. There are a few blogs that I come to to be thrilled and challenged by, hopefully taught by. Yours is top on that list so I'm grateful to you for your inspiration and mentoring. I honor you taking care of yourself. Your poetry seems to come from such deep places that replenishment is key. I thank you for all you've given. You're a national treasure.

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  7. Yikes, really? Whatever the circumstances -- mortal, vatic, other-wise or -weird -- what you have poured into here is sustaining and real, even immortal, if only for the duration of the reading ... Thanks for so many generous reads and responses, for support and friendship, for the rigor and tenacity of such accomplished poetry and for sharing so many deep and uwide myths. You'll continue to nourish us from the other side of wherever you're headed. Fare well, fare happily, Hedge. You forever rock.

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  8. I have always enjoyed your poems. Always. And your gracious feedback and comments on all the 55s. I understand the need to say goodbye, at least for a while. I myself, come and go, but never with such grace.

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  9. oh. be well, and I am around, to be found, for anything i might be able to do.
    much love to you, Joy. xo

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  10. Friend Joy,
    Your perceptive commentary and generosity of spirit have been a constant encouragement. I hope circumstances and inclination will allow you to return to say hello, at least now and then, either on the blog or email. Until then, fare well.
    Steve

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  11. Even your Urge to Go is a poem. Sending Strength and Light for you to use as Way Opens. I'm now singing this Joni-song. I've always loved the one string guitar sound under and between words.

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  12. Oh Joy, whatever it is you need outside your computer, I hope you get it. And I hope you come back. Everyone before me has so eloquently expressed how much you will be missed, and to that I say, "Yeah, what they said!" Your writing and your encouragement are a treasure. So, be well (or get well), take care and keep your hands dirty. And come back...if you can.

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  13. Thank you all so much for your heartfelt words--you'll never know what they mean to me. I am expecting a trying holiday season. but I hope that after that I will be able to come back, as several have said, replenished. Right now I feel I am writing the same poem over and over, when I am even able to do that. Hopefully some time off to reweave the fabric that is feeling so threadbare will be fruitful. I will still be around to read your own work, my friends, I promise, though part of November we will be out of town and without internet. But I would miss you all way too much otherwise. Best to everyone till I can make it back.

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  14. Your thoughtful poems and intelligent commentary will be missed. I hope that you find the replenishment you need. Best wishes.

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  15. No, don't say it is the end of the road, say, it's time for break, take what you need, please? I so enjoy your writing. Sorry I don't comment much, I read you whenever I can. I can understand walking away for awhile, most certainly. Come back when you are ready, ok?

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  16. Ends of roads start new beginnings. May yours be gentle. Hugs. ♥

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  17. There is no-one quite like you, a gifted, inspirational, heartfelt writer that has touched the lives of many. I will miss my visits and on a selfish note I hope at some point to find you back here if life permits. Take care of yourself. Much love. K xxx

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  18. Just checking in! Hope all is well and that hearth is warm inside and chicks and flowers or their mainstays safe where they are supposed to be! Take care!

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    1. 'It shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well,' indeed, k. Thanks for checking in. I hope to be back here after the horrordays. Stay warm up there.

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