Comments on: OH. MY. GOD. http://mamadharma.net/2007/07/oh-my-god/ one single mother. one spririted preschooler. oy -- what a life. Fri, 18 May 2012 11:41:42 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6 By: Leah http://mamadharma.net/2007/07/oh-my-god/#comment-60 Leah Wed, 01 Aug 2007 03:01:00 +0000 http://mamadharma.net/2007/07/oh-my-god/#comment-60 Thanks so much to you both. I will call. Thanks for reading and for your words of comfort and kindness -- such a healing balm!<br/><br/>lovelovelove Thanks so much to you both. I will call. Thanks for reading and for your words of comfort and kindness — such a healing balm!

lovelovelove

]]> By: Karen http://mamadharma.net/2007/07/oh-my-god/#comment-59 Karen Wed, 01 Aug 2007 02:57:00 +0000 http://mamadharma.net/2007/07/oh-my-god/#comment-59 Salvation in the ordinary: wash the dishes, fold the laundry, go to the park. And forget about invoking any Buddhist bs. Forget understanding how it is supposed to work. Just sit. Even if you cry through every bit of. And call me. I'm serious. Salvation in the ordinary: wash the dishes, fold the laundry, go to the park. And forget about invoking any Buddhist bs. Forget understanding how it is supposed to work. Just sit. Even if you cry through every bit of. And call me. I’m serious.

]]> By: bella http://mamadharma.net/2007/07/oh-my-god/#comment-58 bella Tue, 31 Jul 2007 16:04:00 +0000 http://mamadharma.net/2007/07/oh-my-god/#comment-58 Leah,<br/>Through all the falling apart, I am with you. You are so not alone. <br/>I too sometimes struggle with The Story being unimportant and yet everything. I too continue to feel old traumas surface in the present and knock me over. I too cry and throw tantrums that no one will rescue me or mother me. I too amaze myself that it is possible to fall apart and remain whole all at once. <br/>Keep breathing out. <br/>Keep writing.<br/>As you do so and heal, you allow others, allow me, to do the same.<br/>love to you,<br/>bella Leah,
Through all the falling apart, I am with you. You are so not alone.
I too sometimes struggle with The Story being unimportant and yet everything. I too continue to feel old traumas surface in the present and knock me over. I too cry and throw tantrums that no one will rescue me or mother me. I too amaze myself that it is possible to fall apart and remain whole all at once.
Keep breathing out.
Keep writing.
As you do so and heal, you allow others, allow me, to do the same.
love to you,
bella

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