tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post2636254569656720866..comments2024-03-27T16:19:53.023+00:00Comments on Friko's World: If there’s a word for itFrikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04277167831642088694noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-54642608946590868222015-06-01T01:15:36.888+01:002015-06-01T01:15:36.888+01:00I am very different. I do love the way you describ...I am very different. I do love the way you describe how your life appears to feel to you. My memories are quite vivd way back to my very early days. they are like photos that blend together and can be mixed and even re arranged in my imagination. Reality can be lost yet at the same time be right in my face. I have shifted culturally and tend to believe that plays some role in my self identity. I Heidrun Khokhar, KleinsteMottehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16174142810114806410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-4833820396270274172015-05-30T18:56:48.218+01:002015-05-30T18:56:48.218+01:00This was a fascinating post. I visualize an episod...This was a fascinating post. I visualize an episodic auto-biographical novel arising from one such as you. With a final chapter somewhat like that wonderful poem.Vicki Lanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08114677510459055768noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-676860868872241962015-05-29T20:58:41.457+01:002015-05-29T20:58:41.457+01:00Gorgeous writing and thinking--I'm heading out...Gorgeous writing and thinking--I'm heading out to garden now, and I will let your ideas roll around in my mind as I yank weeds. For me, I do feel like the accumulation of all my experiences and phases, so it's a good challenge to consider feeling otherwise.Jocelynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03227519811818290510noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-1958999901618762352015-05-29T09:40:24.149+01:002015-05-29T09:40:24.149+01:00Fascinating post and to crown it with a Derek Walc...Fascinating post and to crown it with a Derek Walcott poem is sublime. Thanks.<br /><br />Greetings from London.A Cuban In Londonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16423293358605007539noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-56758984432462425782015-05-29T03:22:55.042+01:002015-05-29T03:22:55.042+01:00This was an especially interesting post. I find m...This was an especially interesting post. I find myself spending way too much time trying to integrate the disconnected parts of my life. I can relate to much of what you say her about the rooms and a part of yourself being disconnected, but I keep going back and trying to make those connections. The way I do that is with people. Some people I should leave in the past where they belong, but I Sally Wesselyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06470453773515491625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-39541069675203014452015-05-28T14:57:57.901+01:002015-05-28T14:57:57.901+01:00Thought-provoking post. I think I do a little of b...Thought-provoking post. I think I do a little of both - in some ways I view my life is distinct phases and in others it is all webbed together.Secret Agent Womanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07564690116156754219noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-76978325807255311232015-05-28T08:12:34.994+01:002015-05-28T08:12:34.994+01:00Something to think about, possibly I'm episodi...Something to think about, possibly I'm episodic too. I feel little or no connection to my childhood or teenage self. Perhaps it's just that I've grown so far away from her.Riverhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14794655013673748992noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-11610762273196471142015-05-27T21:59:17.171+01:002015-05-27T21:59:17.171+01:00For good or evil, I am the sum of all the episodes...For good or evil, I am the sum of all the episodes of my past. Is this a narrative? Then narratives are huge. Its a Gestalt thing!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-14033529555412754602015-05-27T12:09:57.085+01:002015-05-27T12:09:57.085+01:00Friko, I read this post
and cried.
So many scars t...Friko, I read this post<br />and cried.<br />So many scars this once has<br />and so many different lives<br />but at this moment in a good place,<br />blessings of wonderful children and grandchildren<br />and life continues at a slower pace.<br />Just wish memories<br />of different times and places did not make an uninvited visit<br />so unexpectedly and sometimes difficult for me to handle<brOne Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods.https://www.blogger.com/profile/12548226150115102345noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-43928671506503044182015-05-27T07:54:20.591+01:002015-05-27T07:54:20.591+01:00Your post also made me think of my past life and a...Your post also made me think of my past life and all in all it was a very good one. Of course there were dark periods but compared to my whole life they were rather short. One thing I realized, I now became the person I always wanted to be and that makes me happy. Gattinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06636525277807715146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-26482893248920720842015-05-27T05:59:04.558+01:002015-05-27T05:59:04.558+01:00Acceptance is a good thing. Acceptance is a good thing. Ur-spohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04237644452200889946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-67727319758443182452015-05-27T04:54:38.817+01:002015-05-27T04:54:38.817+01:00What an interesting post! It made me question how ...What an interesting post! It made me question how I see my life when I look back at it - and I don't see it as episodes but as my journey with a lot of detours. Sometimes I can still feel what I felt then in a special moment; some pain is still there; and even some embarrassment. It's odd sometimes. But I do see people who accompanied me for a certain time (episode) and then left my life Carola Bartzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05536486322412234854noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-81265338889717763102015-05-27T02:49:42.061+01:002015-05-27T02:49:42.061+01:00I had to think about this one for a while.
Always ...I had to think about this one for a while.<br />Always felt I had this safe place inside of me. When I was 17, grabbed off the street walking home from a beach dance, beaten till knocked unconscious, and gang raped...I knew for sure. No matter what someone may do to me--my body--no matter how horrific or how painful--I have a safe place deep inside of me that cannot be touched. People may Ritahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02043285884495492598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-13574796533525570192015-05-27T00:22:30.534+01:002015-05-27T00:22:30.534+01:00I read your post yesterday and had to think about ...I read your post yesterday and had to think about it for a while. I found it a fascinating glimpse into how another perceives their life, beautifully expressed. I strongly identify with one sentance - 'I’ve often wondered why I feel able to move on quite easily, why I’ve never felt that even the most unpleasant or traumatic periods in my life have touched my ‘core’. as if there is somethingPaulinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15276284964859313257noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-50190618591005126112015-05-26T22:10:17.317+01:002015-05-26T22:10:17.317+01:00For very non-narrative reasons, your post brought ...For very non-narrative reasons, your post brought to mind a couple favorite lines from John Ashbery's The Skaters: "So much has passed through my mind this morning/That I can give you but a dim account of it." You know, I don't think anyone lives life as a continuous narrative. I suspect that when we're inclined to think that, it's because we're engaging in selectiveSusan Scheidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09250142489341777926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-23917223908113234422015-05-26T21:05:59.562+01:002015-05-26T21:05:59.562+01:00Maybe if one lives in the same town all one's ...Maybe if one lives in the same town all one's life , surrounded by family and old school friends , it's different ... but for those of us who haven't , morphing into someone totally different seems inevitable . And yes , the fifteen year-old me now seems as 'other' as a Martian !<br />I'm always surprised how much I've managed to hang on to , perhaps because we've SmitoniusAndSonatahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11210817141287881808noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-51586864650879829302015-05-26T19:15:10.679+01:002015-05-26T19:15:10.679+01:00A most interesting perspective! A most interesting perspective! Rosaria Williamshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03133147851332084180noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-68318103023245437552015-05-26T16:41:53.744+01:002015-05-26T16:41:53.744+01:00It is interesting to consider how different people...It is interesting to consider how different people see life differently. We all have such different perceptions of the world but it is so easy to imagine that everyone is the same. I have never thought about my past in this way at all. I don't find it particularly easy to move on, but I must say that the me of the past is still recognisable yet I too feel as if she lived in a separate room.Jenny Woolfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16881781466502273314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-34958372772820791512015-05-26T15:14:00.622+01:002015-05-26T15:14:00.622+01:00Friko, may I tell you once again how fortunate I f...Friko, may I tell you once again how fortunate I feel to have connected with you via blogging?<br /><br />As others have already commented, this particular post is very well written and encourages your readers to examine their own approach to then and now and the great inbetween that is life. The Walcott poem is a gem.<br /><br />Wishing that I could take a walk and talk more with you this Franceshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08352407314710067616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-11230574181896866752015-05-26T14:13:35.382+01:002015-05-26T14:13:35.382+01:00What you've written here is very much an expre...What you've written here is very much an expression of my own experience. I've led such different lives in the course of my years, and in some important ways, I've been several different people. And yet, there is continuity: a core, an indefinable something that is being shaped, riped and matured through the various experiences and relationships.<br /><br />It's always been shoreacreshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16284698314697628805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-65803292633606378082015-05-26T12:01:40.504+01:002015-05-26T12:01:40.504+01:00I like knowing someone who can do what you do, com...I like knowing someone who can do what you do, compartmentalize and distance oneself. I am one of the "others," the one who looks outward from every eye that was mine since birth. I can still feel 3 or 9 or 17 or 33. And at the same time, I can watch myself. Life is interesting, yes?Paulinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14555472024981357622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-72091856491109620362015-05-26T12:01:09.035+01:002015-05-26T12:01:09.035+01:00This is a terrific post, Friko, and one that will ...This is a terrific post, Friko, and one that will have all who read it, think about their past and the different episodes or phases of their lives. Starting Over, Accepting Changes - Maybehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06032033918798053005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-39063087525880823552015-05-26T09:07:31.883+01:002015-05-26T09:07:31.883+01:00After reading all previous comments, I can't h...After reading all previous comments, I can't help feeling that the writers thereof may well have learned much from a study of their own astrological birth charts, as interpreted by a competent astrologer...In my experience, one of this ilk certainly helped me in the 'O, to see ourselves as other's see us' stakes! Although I was familiar with my own self 'peeled from the mirrorJinksyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01686101468214361004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-65646868605719902532015-05-26T07:44:26.688+01:002015-05-26T07:44:26.688+01:00As always, your writing is profound and I found th...As always, your writing is profound and I found this post to be especially reflective, for me, as one of your ardent readers. I am able to tap into and understand exactly what you are saying. I recognise the same attribute to disconnect in myself. I do not see it as a handicap. I think its called living in the present. Isn't that what we are all encouraged to do? Desireehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01069419364783245762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294026230680025155.post-69635414515219025252015-05-26T07:16:54.795+01:002015-05-26T07:16:54.795+01:00That's an interesting way of looking at life. ...That's an interesting way of looking at life. I have many scars. Some I think about every day because I can't avoid seeing them, but they don't upset me. Others I seldom notice. I hope you can look at your scars without feeling the pain that caused them.<br /><br />Love,<br />JanieJanie Junebughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10573607241326291404noreply@blogger.com