tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042407720611831077.post3371517436656945241..comments2024-03-26T21:26:15.311-04:00Comments on I'm Living My Words: Day Two of Thirty-One: Not My MugBetsy Hubbardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10492340502962987362noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042407720611831077.post-89593065670320196982017-04-01T00:20:31.336-04:002017-04-01T00:20:31.336-04:00You write with beautiful detail and heart.You write with beautiful detail and heart.Loraleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10196420351567403826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042407720611831077.post-42006391511449303902017-03-02T21:20:11.355-05:002017-03-02T21:20:11.355-05:00First of all I love the visual of you sitting in y...First of all I love the visual of you sitting in your basement every morning, hugging a cup of coffee and writing. You are a true inspiration to make writing a priority. I am also glad that you are able to reflect and write about the loss of your keepsakes. Writing the stories behind them is a beautiful way to regain what you have loss. I hope it helps in healing. Thanks for sharing. Kris Shrontzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01081242005149694905noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042407720611831077.post-50432272136146044302017-03-02T16:31:29.833-05:002017-03-02T16:31:29.833-05:00I connected to this in a couple different ways. On...I connected to this in a couple different ways. On the surface, it had me thinking of my favorite coffee mug. No one else likes to use it so it's always waiting just for me. Like your special mug, it keeps my coffee hot better than all the others. But below all that, is the feeling of loss. I can't imagine how many times you have had these same types of thoughts with different objects. I love that this writing month can help you sift memories and heal wound. We need to swap our mugs for Biggby cups and share a chat soon. :)Robinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07474492905646513055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042407720611831077.post-15672335415732643622017-03-02T15:39:09.942-05:002017-03-02T15:39:09.942-05:00I adore this poem (and the back story), Betsy. If ...I adore this poem (and the back story), Betsy. If I hadn't done all of my "be inspired" insertions already, I'd be asking you for permission to use this one!Stacey Shubitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17903206728640184043noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042407720611831077.post-9538938821146606122017-03-02T13:35:42.051-05:002017-03-02T13:35:42.051-05:00Good to know we both share a timeless love for cof...Good to know we both share a timeless love for coffee and the containers in which they grace our bodies! Ha! Loved the poem, Betsy :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042407720611831077.post-20776768704748838812017-03-02T12:56:36.310-05:002017-03-02T12:56:36.310-05:00It is the little things --love how you wrote a poe...It is the little things --love how you wrote a poem about it. I have tons of mugs - all with different meanings. My kids try to analyze why I pick the mug I pick each day. Certain ones just fit my feeling for the day or the work I need to do that day. Thank you for sharing<br />ClareClare Landriganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06413627163568088181noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042407720611831077.post-51910748297223995412017-03-02T09:21:58.901-05:002017-03-02T09:21:58.901-05:00That should have been ode, not odd!That should have been ode, not odd!Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042407720611831077.post-37087217899181291702017-03-02T09:21:41.492-05:002017-03-02T09:21:41.492-05:00Odd to small things. It is often the inconsequenti...Odd to small things. It is often the inconsequential and ordinary that best serve as a location of love for us.Mary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042407720611831077.post-7086555740282394722017-03-02T06:35:48.480-05:002017-03-02T06:35:48.480-05:00This post made me think of how we have slowly disc...This post made me think of how we have slowly discarded the "plain" mugs that came with the stoneware set we bought as a new couple decades ago, and how they have been replaced with "memory mugs". There is one inherited from my father-in-law that my husband used quite often, until our daughter discovered coffee in high school and made it her own. Lovely memories to ponder with our morning brew.Chris Margocshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18261261993571716230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042407720611831077.post-36780379276715431822017-03-02T06:25:51.577-05:002017-03-02T06:25:51.577-05:00So sad for all your losses, but what a beautiful w...So sad for all your losses, but what a beautiful way you are keeping your memories. Your poem reminds me of the false apology poems I love so much. Ms. Victorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01051687492442765155noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4042407720611831077.post-85593437128916076322017-03-02T06:08:33.362-05:002017-03-02T06:08:33.362-05:00I enjoyed reading your poem. It reminds of coming ...I enjoyed reading your poem. It reminds of coming in for a day of substitute teaching, searching the array of different mugs in the staffroom, desperately trying to not to use one that belongs to another teacher. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com