tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136983861650322458.post1754625222561412697..comments2024-02-14T03:19:28.395-05:00Comments on Vagabond Journeys: Idols Of DoomDBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144446186279708019noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136983861650322458.post-21564376594176198912010-05-14T12:31:40.559-04:002010-05-14T12:31:40.559-04:00In this digital age the darkroom has been replaced...In this digital age the darkroom has been replaced by pixies...oops!... pixels that enable us to develop our thoughts online into pictures others can then see.Lizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12684015407540676758noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136983861650322458.post-58387179199876004842010-05-08T11:48:50.988-04:002010-05-08T11:48:50.988-04:00I sympathize. I, too am a worrier. I know that w...I sympathize. I, too am a worrier. I know that when my young brother was murdered at the age of 25, my fears began as a young mother of two. So, when my children became of age to go out on dates and be out at night.......Yes, I paced the floors until they returned...<br /><br />I can still hear my mother's screams when the police arrived to her house to tell her the bad news. My brother was missing for days before they found him. I get the chills just thinking about it and that was 30 years ago.<br /><br />It is horrible to be a worrier...I know first hand.<br /><br />I'm sure it was uncomfortable for you to see your mother react to these type of situations. The poor thing was suffering too. Sad.<br /><br />Hugs, RoseRosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04718940729278446028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136983861650322458.post-5943665637584421902010-05-08T07:31:50.172-04:002010-05-08T07:31:50.172-04:00I am going to approach this from a different light...I am going to approach this from a different light. I have empathy for your Mom. We don't know what caused her to be that way but you did present valid and sound reasons as to why she may have been a worrier. Have you thought that at one time, before you knew her, she wasn't a worrier? That the living through those events made her become the way she is?<br /><br />And it wasn't all at once. The complexities of life drifted in one by one and though she was able to deal for a bit, soon became an overwhelming thing in her life. She had fears based in a reality and had to deal with the consequences that inspired the fear. Not to mention what ever stories that she knew about and conditions that existed in the outside world that her young sons did not.<br /><br />I bounced through life knowing little of my Mother's concerns. Oh she would try to make me understand but I didn't. Now that I am mature enough (actually it didn't take until 'now'... I got where she was coming from in my 20's) I see where her fears added complications to our relationship... but was it her fears alone or my ignorance of what she was feeling that aggravated the situation?<br /><br />The quote is one that describes some of the clattering in my own mind at the moment. But I think that Mom went through a lot and deserves some slack.Big Mark 243https://www.blogger.com/profile/10974573439218884164noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136983861650322458.post-73542444696021735342010-05-08T01:23:01.131-04:002010-05-08T01:23:01.131-04:00I can relate to your mother, DB. I am a recovering...I can relate to your mother, DB. I am a recovering worrier, I hope. I use to imagine the worst in any given situation related to my son, although mercifully he was usually home by curfew (but I came to learn he would oftentimes sneak back out afterwards when all were asleep). I used to and still do dread the phone ringing, always waiting for the other foot to drop.<br /><br />Its hard to let go and trust. I'm learning to do it, but it is a constant battle at times.<br /><br />we do the best we can, us moms, but lots of times its not the best as we look back on our actions<br /><br />bettybettyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06323135450742337670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136983861650322458.post-25991078249139539802010-05-08T00:40:58.568-04:002010-05-08T00:40:58.568-04:00Will they do it? No. Not without a lot of psycholo...Will they do it? No. Not without a lot of psychological counselling to help them overcome their fears. Sometimes situations in life happen that are so traumatic that some people can never get past them. We are not those people, we are not living in their shoes or in their mind, so we have little understanding of how some life altering events can truly scar a person's psyche with doubts, fears, anxiety and worry. Some people have dark spaces that they never invite anyone into.pacifica62https://www.blogger.com/profile/03433535460716644295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136983861650322458.post-6035211133369765762010-05-08T00:30:38.403-04:002010-05-08T00:30:38.403-04:00I have always thought that people who believe in i...I have always thought that people who believe in it can make magic happen. I have seen it happen so many times, especially in the theater. Oh my God, there is nothing like watching someone create a play with some kind of vision in mind, and then to go and see it realized up there on the stage, complete enough that magic has happened. I remember going to see Raymond's children's play "Amy's Attic." It's a circus play come alive in Amy's attic. He always loved clowns and there was this one scene that was like the three ring circus with the clowns performing in three rings and magic happened in this scene, the way he directed it, the way the children clowns performed, I will never forget it, that scene. I saw others do Amy's Attic but not that scene that extended beyond the directions for that particular production, every time, those clowns doing three acts in three rings, keeping their concentration, until magic happened. Memorable moments like that created by people with other people, in this case with children falling in love with clowns, is something that causes you to believe in theater forever and what it can do to bring back the magic into people's lives.Gerryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00771917880182186281noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136983861650322458.post-42858476607466738612010-05-08T00:11:59.264-04:002010-05-08T00:11:59.264-04:00Can not imagine what it would be like to be a worr...Can not imagine what it would be like to be a worrier. That just is not for me.Ken Richeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09425810816600512504noreply@blogger.com