tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post4665193938797331934..comments2023-06-28T22:58:28.247+10:00Comments on Sixth In Line: OnionsElisabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-89275473575317165022011-03-30T23:00:12.072+11:002011-03-30T23:00:12.072+11:00I'm delighted to be your number forty, Little ...I'm delighted to be your number forty, Little sprite. That's a good number, in more ways than one. <br /><br /> I wish I were that age again, or come to think of it, do I?Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-91010416602799533012011-03-30T13:57:40.353+11:002011-03-30T13:57:40.353+11:00I agree it's one of the best things in the wor...I agree it's one of the best things in the world, Little Sprite, that early morning writing with a first cup of coffee or tea or whatever else you might take. <br /><br />Thanks.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-82724007901222362532011-03-30T12:50:56.850+11:002011-03-30T12:50:56.850+11:00p.s Thankyou for becomming my number 40 :)p.s Thankyou for becomming my number 40 :)Alittlespritehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16993327218382325674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-26774466346916665852011-03-30T12:50:18.967+11:002011-03-30T12:50:18.967+11:00I always love that first morning alone time, when ...I always love that first morning alone time, when it's just me and my coffee and my writing.Alittlespritehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16993327218382325674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-76799668774502917182011-03-28T14:52:13.566+11:002011-03-28T14:52:13.566+11:00Thanks, Reader Wil. It is all about what's on...Thanks, Reader Wil. It is all about what's on the outside and the inside. Both are important but we usually meet the outside first.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-34938387617985279222011-03-27T23:30:33.132+11:002011-03-27T23:30:33.132+11:00I agree with you that people are like onions with ...I agree with you that people are like onions with many layers. The outside layer is what we see when we meet people for the first time. Before judging a person we have to see what the inner layers are like.<br />Thanks for your visit. Yes Gouda cheese is lovely. My Australian family think so too!Reader Wilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06384603525251159272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-13369024509553284182011-03-27T21:21:34.338+11:002011-03-27T21:21:34.338+11:00The musky smell of 'sneak', Erin burning o...The musky smell of 'sneak', Erin burning on the fire. I'm comforted that you know it well, too. And it's so hard to find the balance between one's own needs and those of beloved others.<br /><br />Thanks, Erin.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-74441774695391643482011-03-27T21:17:11.912+11:002011-03-27T21:17:11.912+11:00Your sleep overs with grandchildren sound like fun...Your sleep overs with grandchildren sound like fun, Robert. I imagine they're in abeyance for the time being. <br /><br />Get better soon and enjoy your grandkids' company again. <br /><br />Thanks, Robert.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-45616322178318357512011-03-26T23:53:11.133+11:002011-03-26T23:53:11.133+11:00i know this onion. i know this onion.
you must m...i know this onion. i know this onion.<br /><br />you must make a fire. you must put the musky husk of sneak and slink to it. once burned this fire removes all smell of onion.<br /><br />it takes time and distance to get to that inner spot. elizabeth, you have to throw out certain things. you have to serve yourself. the others too. but you matter equally as much.<br /><br />i know this onion. i know this onion.<br /><br />xo<br />erinerinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16636371927224076866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-45982245353311812442011-03-25T10:54:02.686+11:002011-03-25T10:54:02.686+11:00We've had a couple of sleep-overs with the gra...We've had a couple of sleep-overs with the grandkids in our new house. Morning breakfast resonates in my memory and, we hope, will build lasting images in theirs as well.Robert the Skeptichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10863488312604865183noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-84950631065681020532011-03-25T09:26:15.560+11:002011-03-25T09:26:15.560+11:00You're right Marylinn, it is hard to find a pa...You're right Marylinn, it is hard to find a path each day through the layers, somewhere to settle for each moment, but we do our best and writing helps.<br /><br />Thanks, Marylinn.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-54128517969040274192011-03-24T03:44:29.565+11:002011-03-24T03:44:29.565+11:00We are confronted by layers and choices. Sometime...We are confronted by layers and choices. Sometimes there is no choice, there is only what is. Finding a way to fall into step with that, to be peaceful with it and not wish it were otherwise, is task enough for any day.Marylinn Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02759437467691163658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-20911939640718593052011-03-22T21:04:48.022+11:002011-03-22T21:04:48.022+11:00It's a pity we must choose between these two a...It's a pity we must choose between these two activities, Jane, writing and caring for our grandsons. <br /><br />I prefer to be able to do both, and mostly I can.<br /><br />Thanks, Jane.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-62834090128042163492011-03-22T21:03:23.186+11:002011-03-22T21:03:23.186+11:00A ransom note, Phoenix, that's an intriguing w...A ransom note, Phoenix, that's an intriguing way to view this post. I sometimes think I play my cards very close to my chest as the saying goes. At other times, I fear I am far too open. <br /><br />It's like tiptoeing over a tightrope, this blogging/writing business, but hopefully there's a trampoline below to catch us if and when we fall.<br /><br />Thanks, Tracy.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-33049110225479267962011-03-22T12:12:39.815+11:002011-03-22T12:12:39.815+11:00I love to write, but I love spending time with my ...I love to write, but I love spending time with my grandson even more.Jane Kennedy Suttonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12519340747761460017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-2902514967207045802011-03-22T09:58:00.051+11:002011-03-22T09:58:00.051+11:00Upon first glance, Elisabeth, this post seemed alm...Upon first glance, Elisabeth, this post seemed almost like a ransom note :) "I only have a little bit of time, they're waiting, I have to get back..." lol maybe you feel a little bit like a kidnap victim sometimes?<br /><br />We always have two choices when it comes to layers: Live with the layers exposed, thus baring our hearts and throats to an often cruel world; or bury the feelings, past, sensitivity, and, yes, smells deep down underneath and only come upon them when we have set aside the time.<br /><br />Personally, having done both, I would again choose what you have chosen: keep things below the surface, safe and tucked away, until it is safe to retrieve them. From firsthand experience I can tell that existing with a heart on your sleeve does not make for a very happy life. <br /><br />Thick skins are built for a reason. So much depends upon it. Red wheelbarrows and all that.Phoenixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07477498671080132176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-28717254279770328282011-03-21T15:59:49.810+11:002011-03-21T15:59:49.810+11:00That's another way of thinking about the busin...That's another way of thinking about the business of writing Jeanette, isn't it? The idea of sitting still and allowing things to rise to the surface from the depths. <br /><br />Sometimes you don't winkle ideas out or fish for them, instead you need, as you suggest, to let them surface of their own accord. If they must they will.<br /><br />Thanks, Jeanette.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-67444758474730173922011-03-21T15:57:02.947+11:002011-03-21T15:57:02.947+11:00I hope to find more time one day, Ruth, in the mea...I hope to find more time one day, Ruth, in the meantime I'll have to make do with writing in those nooks and crannies. <br /><br />Thanks, Ruth.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-89339359023857503592011-03-21T00:32:49.111+11:002011-03-21T00:32:49.111+11:00sometimes I have found that letting myself fully w...sometimes I have found that letting myself fully wallow, wade, splash, and enjoy the outer layers does something far deeper. I shut up long enough to allow what is almost ALWAYS fomenting deep below emerge on its own, bursting through the outer layers more like a volcano. I do not dive that well sometimes. Sometimes I Simply have to let the depth float up to me... the trick is in my shutting up and paying attentionJeannetteLShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13528285846408727632noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-47450745492473479502011-03-20T23:48:57.473+11:002011-03-20T23:48:57.473+11:00Getting to the deep inside through writing is the ...Getting to the deep inside through writing is the pain and the glory. May you find the time soon.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-39345496670845023472011-03-20T21:22:07.582+11:002011-03-20T21:22:07.582+11:00Parfait is perfect, Kath, a better layering experi...Parfait is perfect, Kath, a better layering experience than onions. At least it can be light sweet and fluffy. <br /><br />Survival has to come before art, Kath. Your novel like my serious, in depth writing will have to wait. <br /><br />Thanks, Kath.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-16042211546647154102011-03-20T21:20:05.538+11:002011-03-20T21:20:05.538+11:00Cleaning out the oven, Meggie, grim indeed. Give ...Cleaning out the oven, Meggie, grim indeed. Give me the fridge any day. At least it's mostly white and marginally shiny. The oven on the other hand is black as pitch.<br /><br />Thanks, Meggie.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-15087543738473777692011-03-20T21:18:27.620+11:002011-03-20T21:18:27.620+11:00Jerry, you're right of course, there is a time...Jerry, you're right of course, there is a time for deeper contemplation, but my habit is to dig deep too often perhaps. <br /><br />Sometimes I can get too heavy, though hopefully a little light can shine through too. <br /><br />Thanks, Jerry.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-22310712286806530392011-03-20T21:16:10.233+11:002011-03-20T21:16:10.233+11:00The petals of a flower are far lovelier as a metap...The petals of a flower are far lovelier as a metaphor, Ellen. <br /><br />I'm sorry it did not come to mind as I wrote this post. It probably reflected my state of mind at the time: onions rather than flowers.<br /><br />Thanks, Ellen.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28133718.post-66311797409244965172011-03-20T21:13:13.343+11:002011-03-20T21:13:13.343+11:00Thanks, Kleistemotte. I posted onions in a hurry....Thanks, Kleistemotte. I posted onions in a hurry. More depth as you suggest will follow in the fullness of time. <br /><br />Thanks again, Kleinstemotte.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04015624747225433940noreply@blogger.com