tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424212323388794137.post5912084645718144038..comments2016-08-12T22:36:28.977+11:00Comments on Moments of Being: "Milk" post, part deux...Jamie H.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04374741012772953047noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8424212323388794137.post-16872774252749433312009-06-05T14:59:08.477+11:302009-06-05T14:59:08.477+11:30First off, let me just say how jealous I am not to...First off, let me just say how jealous I am not to be sharing a cocktail with you, putting on Brit Brit and getting ready for a trip to the Wave. These memory things get in the way sometimes and make you really, really miss people.<br /><br />Secondly, let me say how beautiful this entry really is. I know how hard it can be to be vulnerable, and knowing you so well Jamie I can definitely see that in you too. We all deal with it differently though, in our own quirky ways of dealing or not dealing, or not dealing enough or overcompensating. I guess the thing is that this whole journey we're on-- this process of every day, every moment, every hour is more than just a stop along the way, but I kind of think of it like I'm made up of millions of tiny mirrors. That light hits me a certain way with each step, each breath and that sometimes I reflect the way you'd expect light to, but sometimes it bends and refracts and projects outward in a way that cannot be totally deciphered. But I'm just mirrors-- I am not the light that beams off after impact. So, what can I do but adjust my location, rephrase my scene, redo my alignment. It's this whole continual re-identification process that is both wholly terrifying but surprisingly calm when you're around people you believe in, who believe in you, and who you really trust.<br /><br />I just hope that you feel empowered not from having accomplished something-- by notching another achievement onto your belt, but that you feel empowered because you are growing and you are doing it in front of everyone. You're living and breathing and choosing to be here in the present. I just hope that in your days you find the joy that you give to so many of us and that I personally have felt since that first phone call way back in April 2005. <br /><br />Sorry this has turned into a wierd comment. I loved your entry, I love your blog, and I can't wait to read on. And I think about you every day. Miss you tons, sweetz. Hope tonight is nothing short of fabulous!! xx PPeter Zimmermanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09823991888362406131noreply@blogger.com