tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8979466093212569075.post4426150155661836989..comments2023-06-03T04:00:01.477-07:00Comments on Amy the Show: March Musings...a.e. neehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16339779756854212257noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8979466093212569075.post-65436798416913254792010-12-07T21:01:04.920-08:002010-12-07T21:01:04.920-08:00Brynne, reconnecting with you through your reading...Brynne, reconnecting with you through your reading and responses is such a lovely and unexpected gift. thank you! Also, thank you for that song, it's very poignant and appropriate. I'm grateful too for the way your comments have created a space for me to look back at where I was at this time in my life. It was such a significant year for me and I am beginning to see the fruits of some of the seeds planted at that time.a.e. neehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16339779756854212257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8979466093212569075.post-57820441070895967532010-12-06T09:36:16.929-08:002010-12-06T09:36:16.929-08:00I know this is a post from quite some time ago, bu...I know this is a post from quite some time ago, but I've recently discovered your blog and decided to go back and read it all from the start. Your posts are refreshingly personal and introspective in a way I've been really missing. You have come to me in perfect timing (unbeknownst to you) and your words have inspired me deeply. <br /><br />On a more superficial note, I adore the concept of 'sitting heavy on one's eggs' mentioned in this post and plan to insert that into my repertoire.<br /><br />Also, you wrote of longing to return to a previous state which reminds me of many a conversation I've had with God. Though it's not exactly the same context I've always loved the message about desiring the past in the lyrics by Sara Groves in her song "Painting Pictures of Egypt". I like to imagine Moses and being one of the slaves fleeing Egypt, not knowing what infinitely better life is on the other side of the desert. Looking critically at the present, romanticizing the past, impatient for the future. Story of my life.<br /><br />Painting Pictures of Egypt:<br /><br />I don’t want to leave here<br />I don’t want to stay<br />It feels like pinching to me either way<br />The places I long for the most<br />Are the places where I’ve been<br />They are calling after me like a long lost friend<br /><br />It’s not about losing faith<br />It’s not about trust<br />It’s all about comfortable<br />When you move so much<br />The place I was wasn’t perfect<br />But I had found a way to live<br />It wasn’t milk or honey<br />But then neither is this<br /><br />Chorus:<br />I’ve been painting pictures of Egypt<br />Leaving out what it lacked<br />The future seems so hard<br />And I want to go back<br />But the places that used to fit me<br />Cannot hold the things I've learned<br />And those roads closed off to me<br />While my back was turned<br /><br />The past is so tangible<br />I know it by heart<br />Familiar things are never easy to discard<br />I was dying for some freedom<br />But now I hesitate to go<br />Caught between the promise<br />And the things I know<br /><br />If it comes too quick<br />I may not recognize it<br />Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?<br />If it comes too quick<br />I may not appreciate it<br />Is that the reason behind all this time and sand?Brynnenoreply@blogger.com