tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4303003074741717795.post6169247175465011446..comments2023-11-02T05:39:36.632-04:00Comments on The Mouth of the River: The Pickers: On running, berry picking, and losing an old friendEmily Arnason Caseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06726203590843425594noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4303003074741717795.post-11888469950069409942012-08-30T15:02:09.095-04:002012-08-30T15:02:09.095-04:00For some reason I cried uncontrollably while readi...For some reason I cried uncontrollably while reading "The Pickers" I could feel loss and my own thoughts slipping away. I wish we could have talked more when you were here. I remember when we would have these 'trying to hard to make it poetic' talks. I love your mom so much and I can't even imagine a life without her. And so I love you because she spills over onto you and because you are you and I think we both have a tendency toward sadness. You're gone now, far-away vermont might as well be the moon-unreachable for me. I didn't tell you about the way I feel about your son. There is something very special about him that makes my heart smile. I have a picture of him I look at and I can feel that even just looking. I love you so much.Kris Arnasonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03866001746019631408noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4303003074741717795.post-5978725859033926272012-08-21T22:34:50.739-04:002012-08-21T22:34:50.739-04:00I envy your trip to the sea, its constancy always ...I envy your trip to the sea, its constancy always a sort of prayer, and a reminder of how great and vast this world is... I find the smallness of self both comforting and terrifying, but mostly comforting. Ah, the joy of a cigar! Emily Arnason Caseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06726203590843425594noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4303003074741717795.post-79218651585817731002012-07-20T23:14:41.105-04:002012-07-20T23:14:41.105-04:00Thank you Emily,
The abundance of unsettling news...Thank you Emily,<br /><br />The abundance of unsettling news frayed my nerves. Today,I walked to Del Monte beach in Monterey. The children building sand castles were happy,so were the surfers waiting for swells which never came. For me: A chair, a book, a dog and a cigar helped. The constancy of the ever changing sea renewed me. <br /><br />Thanks,<br /><br />MarkMarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09708568383904173711noreply@blogger.com