Rock and a Hard Place

Posted my previous posts and took a spin around the blogosphere. I'm laughing out loud. All your posts of thanksgiving, family, unity and cheer. And what am I writing about?

Cave-dwelling hermits.

I didn't have a traumatic Thanksgiving. Honest. I had a quiet one. Which was my choice.

And not entirely my choice. I'm going another round with the limitations of my head injury and how things that create warm memories for most people create cognitive meltdowns for me.

The beauty of your blogs is that I get to know the love that is still in the world. The sadness is, I'm reminded it's out there and I'm not.

Comments

[Tinne]

Mahala, though no one is present, you are not alone. I am sending you warmth and friendship. You are in my heart.

[Robert]

Don't know the extent of your injury, but as someone who suffers migraines I can sometimes get isolated, too. Reaching out to you and hoping you will be well soon. We are all connected.

[Chodpa]

Dear Mahala, I know this is not exactly what you meant, but you are 'out there' for me at least. You are a presence in my life, and a very welcome one indeed. It is a blessing to have connected with you in this way, and a source of inspiration and strength.

may the blessings of the Three Jewels be continuously present in your awareness ...

[the girl]

Mahala,

Didn't you know? You are part of my family now. In fact, you were along. I just didn't realize it.

You inspire me. I don't really know you, but I think about you and wish you well. I wish for you the root of happiness.

You were one of the people I worried about the most that would stop commenting on my site now that I've had to ask people to use TypeKey.

[mahala]

To be the recepient of such kindness... Well, I've been writing little notes to each of you. But I just wanted to write a public thank you. I only wish I could be more eloquent in my gratitude. If you look into my heart, you'll see it.