tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973277.post114597287688447682..comments2023-11-05T12:28:46.375+00:00Comments on The Harbour of Ourselves: In the Arms of the Angels...The Harbour of Ourselveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07718023812771923348noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973277.post-1146071082166710512006-04-26T18:04:00.000+01:002006-04-26T18:04:00.000+01:00Oh, by the way -- two unrelated items, but I do no...Oh, by the way -- two unrelated items, but I do not know your email -- <BR/><BR/>1. there is a conference you may find interesting: http://www.progressivefaithblogcon.com<BR/><BR/>2. and I sure would like to know your postal code. <BR/><BR/>Thanks, Mata (sorry for derailing the topic) who just set up the email addy bloganswers -at- aol dot com.Mata Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04097615918403870130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973277.post-1146002545171920202006-04-25T23:02:00.000+01:002006-04-25T23:02:00.000+01:00moments eat away at us, sometimes our eyes, someti...moments eat away at us, sometimes our eyes, sometimes our heart, sometimes our memory, sometimes our very being...<BR/><BR/>somethings leave us never the same again...The Harbour of Ourselveshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07718023812771923348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973277.post-1146001935509719842006-04-25T22:52:00.000+01:002006-04-25T22:52:00.000+01:00A photographer came to the WTC every day for month...A photographer came to the WTC every day for months after "the" day, taking pictures as a journal of the time immediately following. He had no funds to do so...he just felt compelled every day to be a witness of what happened. When asked why he said that he could not avoid it -- that when he saw the tragedy happen ..."It ate my eyes."Mata Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04097615918403870130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973277.post-1145997113367038022006-04-25T21:31:00.000+01:002006-04-25T21:31:00.000+01:00it is the wtc on that terrible day - and i do beli...it is the wtc on that terrible day - and i do believe given the choice these people would have chosen to live....sometimes we just don't have a choice...it's shit i know but we don'tThe Harbour of Ourselveshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07718023812771923348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973277.post-1145988115997141562006-04-25T19:01:00.000+01:002006-04-25T19:01:00.000+01:00This looks like a picture taken at the World Trade...This looks like a picture taken at the World Trade Center tragedy. I was in NYC that day. I saw it happen. Those suicides were a choice in how immediate death death was to happen. I believe that given the choice, these people would have certainly had the courage to live. That was simply not an option. Now, perhaps this is not a WTC photo -- but it brings up that clear memory in me....Mata Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04097615918403870130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973277.post-1145981893801940442006-04-25T17:18:00.000+01:002006-04-25T17:18:00.000+01:00I don't know... sometimes desperation can be an au...I don't know... sometimes desperation can be an auxilary to courage.The Meaning Weakened by the Lieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05107650582269155705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20973277.post-1145978539205010332006-04-25T16:22:00.000+01:002006-04-25T16:22:00.000+01:00Sarah Mclachlan's lyrics really strike a chord tod...Sarah Mclachlan's lyrics really strike a chord today. <BR/>When you are furiously seeking comfort, when all your efforts seem in vein, when you just can't be good enough, what then? Where is the escape? When does the peace come?<BR/><BR/>I am envious of those who find a way..whatever it may be.The Meaning Weakened by the Lieshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05107650582269155705noreply@blogger.com