Comments on: She was Curled Up. http://khandroma.com/she-was-curled-up?utm_source=rss&utm_medium=rss&utm_campaign=she-was-curled-up Mon, 28 Mar 2011 18:08:28 +0000 hourly 1 By: Khandroma http://khandroma.com/she-was-curled-up/comment-page-1#comment-41 Khandroma Sat, 14 Nov 2009 01:09:31 +0000 http://khandroma.com/?p=19#comment-41 I LOVE that you called me Khandy. What a fun nickname, with echoes back to Fallen and Endie! *giggles and coos* It is so much fun to weave stories with you, piecing worlds together, and lending them our breath. If I had an eternity, I wonder if words would fall at all? And if they did, which words would fall? Which words? I'm not sure, my love. This conscious mind is not the part of me that knows. I will shovel into the throbbing, perhaps later tonight when I feel a bit stronger. Right now the pain is kicking my ass, and I am just a puddle in bed, wishing for the Fort, wishing for the magick of your embrace. xoxo I LOVE that you called me Khandy. What a fun nickname, with echoes back to Fallen and Endie! *giggles and coos* It is so much fun to weave stories with you, piecing worlds together, and lending them our breath.

If I had an eternity, I wonder if words would fall at all? And if they did, which words would fall? Which words?

I’m not sure, my love. This conscious mind is not the part of me that knows. I will shovel into the throbbing, perhaps later tonight when I feel a bit stronger. Right now the pain is kicking my ass, and I am just a puddle in bed, wishing for the Fort, wishing for the magick of your embrace. xoxo

]]> By: Cait http://khandroma.com/she-was-curled-up/comment-page-1#comment-34 Cait Thu, 12 Nov 2009 03:53:20 +0000 http://khandroma.com/?p=19#comment-34 Oh! I was so caught up with this post that I let my tea boil over on the stove...splashing hissing bubbles pulling me from this reverie... Oh Khandy. (hee.) THIS: "...BLUE DISSOLVED INTO AN ANTIQUATED TEAL, ACCENTUATUING THE FEATHER EDGES. When I glanced back the throbbing was being sewn up, and the words didn’t fall fast enough out of my mouth..." *Antiquated teal. AnTiQuaTeD TeaL. The most beautiful sounds, and flirty ts. I could sing them all day long...until the sun sets. *When I glanced back the throbbing was being sewn up...mmmm and gasp...and Sweet Savior! And the words didn't fall fast enough? What are those words? What would you find if you shoveled into the throbbing...dug deep into the being sewn up? Dug into that Moment of glancing back? If you had an Eternity...what words would Fall? I want to know. And Yes Love. Embracing all of ourselves and Soaring into the Sunset...remembering, these bones are made for FLIGHT!! xoxo Oh! I was so caught up with this post that I let my tea boil over on the stove…splashing hissing bubbles pulling me from this reverie…

Oh Khandy. (hee.)
THIS:

“…BLUE DISSOLVED INTO AN ANTIQUATED TEAL, ACCENTUATUING THE FEATHER EDGES. When I glanced back the throbbing was being sewn up, and the words didn’t fall fast enough out of my mouth…”

*Antiquated teal. AnTiQuaTeD TeaL. The most beautiful sounds, and flirty ts. I could sing them all day long…until the sun sets.

*When I glanced back the throbbing was being sewn up…mmmm and gasp…and Sweet Savior!
And the words didn’t fall fast enough? What are those words? What would you find if you shoveled into the throbbing…dug deep into the being sewn up? Dug into that Moment of glancing back? If you had an Eternity…what words would Fall?
I want to know.

And Yes Love. Embracing all of ourselves and Soaring into the Sunset…remembering, these bones are made for FLIGHT!! xoxo

]]> By: Khandroma http://khandroma.com/she-was-curled-up/comment-page-1#comment-7 Khandroma Thu, 05 Nov 2009 09:47:54 +0000 http://khandroma.com/?p=19#comment-7 Oh curses that I'm not in Boulder right now! I'd like few things more to hang out, catch up and reconnect. Can we start the catching up and reconnecting process from afar? I've missed your presence in my life, Marlon. Thank you so much for this comment. Your opinion has always meant the world to me, and I'm encouraged that this IS my path right now. Sometimes I feel shaky in between breaths and footsteps. After all, it is <em>so</em> much. So thank you, thank you. This feedback and these connections... is so much of why I do this, of what compels me, of what fuels me on this journey. Would love to read some of your work, too, if that's possible! Sending you endless gratitude, yummy karma and big hugs. Oh curses that I’m not in Boulder right now! I’d like few things more to hang out, catch up and reconnect. Can we start the catching up and reconnecting process from afar? I’ve missed your presence in my life, Marlon. Thank you so much for this comment. Your opinion has always meant the world to me, and I’m encouraged that this IS my path right now. Sometimes I feel shaky in between breaths and footsteps. After all, it is so much. So thank you, thank you. This feedback and these connections… is so much of why I do this, of what compels me, of what fuels me on this journey. Would love to read some of your work, too, if that’s possible! Sending you endless gratitude, yummy karma and big hugs.

]]> By: Marlon http://khandroma.com/she-was-curled-up/comment-page-1#comment-6 Marlon Thu, 05 Nov 2009 08:43:03 +0000 http://khandroma.com/?p=19#comment-6 To Sing, indeed -- to trace a throbbing through the psychic body, a set of rivulets threading between pleasure and past and pain  Each word is a carefully placed curve to guide the water's path.  Singing truth means you don't judge or shy from the tracery - it's there, dear Khandroma, it's there.  All of it is real and all of it is there.This sincere footprint of your mind and heart and body is lovely (I'm talking about the whole blog here, the whole presentation), and I appreciate that it exists.  I'll comment where I feel my input is appropriate.Side note: where are you?  Boulder or somewhere else?  If the former, I'd love to hang out sometime, catch up and reconnect. To Sing, indeed — to trace a throbbing through the psychic body, a set of rivulets threading between pleasure and past and pain  Each word is a carefully placed curve to guide the water’s path.  Singing truth means you don’t judge or shy from the tracery – it’s there, dear Khandroma, it’s there.  All of it is real and all of it is there.This sincere footprint of your mind and heart and body is lovely (I’m talking about the whole blog here, the whole presentation), and I appreciate that it exists.  I’ll comment where I feel my input is appropriate.Side note: where are you?  Boulder or somewhere else?  If the former, I’d love to hang out sometime, catch up and reconnect.

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