tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526279449132205345.post5191117817207544331..comments2016-11-14T18:55:20.793-08:00Comments on Piedmont Peace: Mossy ThoughtsLaura Jackson Robertshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05012618988509450838noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526279449132205345.post-33721794266737380912015-04-15T19:47:20.673-07:002015-04-15T19:47:20.673-07:00What a thoughtful post, Laura. You really make yo...What a thoughtful post, Laura. You really make your readers think. Your pictures of moss are absolutely beautiful and caught my eye immediately. (And I can't watch those Sarah McLaughlin commercials without crying either.) <br /><br />I loved your last two lines: "It smelled like everything, and it smelled like dirt. Both poetic and stinky." Well, isn't that the truth!Erica Scaifehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11352509916403492038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526279449132205345.post-29798077737804704462015-04-13T12:17:01.970-07:002015-04-13T12:17:01.970-07:00Meant to say: You might enjoy Robin Wall Kimmerer&...Meant to say: You might enjoy Robin Wall Kimmerer's book, <i>Gathering Moss: A Natural and Cultural History of Mosses</i>. It's a languid book, because, well, it's a whole book about moss. But very interesting!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17952391713478473126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526279449132205345.post-4799997471118581792015-04-13T12:15:09.326-07:002015-04-13T12:15:09.326-07:00Funny, you felt foggy but there's a clarity of...Funny, you felt foggy but there's a clarity of attention to detail in this entry that is so rich and resonant. It's almost as if you were forced to just slow down and focus in on the details. Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17952391713478473126noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526279449132205345.post-64352018311778324532015-04-04T14:37:51.896-07:002015-04-04T14:37:51.896-07:00"I walked in the woods today, hoping for more..."I walked in the woods today, hoping for more than I got." That is how I have felt a lot this turning season. That is even how I felt in florida. Soon it will be okay...I think. <br /><br />I also loved the imagery of the moss. This post was so full of beautiful and sad imagery. You worked it very well. Helena Nicholshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08793094804752577346noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526279449132205345.post-29316708871741582912015-04-03T11:25:56.415-07:002015-04-03T11:25:56.415-07:00"I walked in the woods today, hoping for more..."I walked in the woods today, hoping for more than I got." Isn't that the way it is, sometimes? We become to used to going to nature for solace - as our Xanex and sanity, that when it doesn't provide, we feel cheated or at the very least disappointment. <br />The moss pictures and descriptions are beautiful. I love that you return to it when you begin to feel swallowed by sadness. In this entry, your moss is like my tree. *Hugs*Athena Gabriellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17478351799060201919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5526279449132205345.post-53863700425354927442015-04-01T13:34:50.673-07:002015-04-01T13:34:50.673-07:00This is lovely. I adore moss too. It is so, of the...This is lovely. I adore moss too. It is so, of the earth. Your reflections are great and important. It is good you are thinking of things deeply, and figuring out how you can work at it, but preserve your sanity too. I'm with you on all of it!Amanda K. Jaroshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05789714847496839376noreply@blogger.com