I Love Comments

I was going to call this page “Guestbook” but decided against it;  no-one seems to bother with those (including me).

So here I am, telling you the obvious:  I love comments, and if you’re reading this, I would love to hear from you.  

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30 thoughts on “I Love Comments

  1. Just love reading your daily blog, Miss Goddess!! I especially loved your research on the different places to call ‘home’. With your dumbass neighbours, perhaps you’ll want to find an alternate location sooner! (jail probably isn’t what was on your mind though!) LOL

    Keep writing and I’ll keep reading!
    Hugs
    Eileen

  2. I LEA (like, enjoy & appreciate) finding new blogs like yours where I can wander for hours through the relaxing sights and sounds of your musings. You paint beautiful word pictures to go with the lovely snapshots. Thanks for moments of pure enjoyment. I’ll be back. T

  3. Hi Karen how do I follow all the other blogs your doing? I can’t figure out how I got to your short stories and can’t get back there:( the pet and photography blogs your writing. I’m sorry if it’s obvious but I don’t know where to find all your blogs. Thanks! You are a very talented writer/blogger. You would be an awesome writer for those trip magazines or in newspaper where they feature a trip. They send you on assignment to see what you think… Now that’s the way to see where you would like to retire!

  4. I just stumbled upon you and so happy;) I’m always daydreaming and searching for tropical goodness online. I’ve always felt I was born to the wrong aboriginals (I’m Inuit) beautiful culture for sure, but I never felt at home until my trip to Hawai’i ❤ I enjoy your page your page very much! You are an excellent writer. I'm hooked 🙂 you should write a book!

  5. Hey beachcomber, what’s your name? Seems we have stuff in common, so i will start: raised in Ontario (town of Ajax near Toronto, pop. then 8000, now 100,000) Spent my free time in Algonguin, Anson township near Minden, Bruce Trail. Learned to climb near Keremeos BC, to sail out of Whitby Ontario, to ski in the Gatineaus, to XC ski just beyond our backyard. Went to UK 1974 to discover my family roots, stayed to party in London, got married, got a job, sat behind computers for 35 years, got fat, retired to Turkey 2 years ago, loving it.
    My name is Deri (shortened version of Deirdre, a relative). In Celtic, Deri means oak tree, in Turkish, Deri means leather.

  6. Hi Deri;

    Loved your bio! My name is Karen. I’m a great lakes gal, myself, and the only time I’ve skied I was when I was in high school and almost broke my neck. 😉

    Are you following Jack’s blog? He’s in Turkey also (but is moving back to England soon).

    Thanks for popping by–good to hear from another Canadian lady!

  7. I love your blog, very funny and gorgeous pictures! I too sometimes feel like I suffer from N.A.B. syndrome (I’m totally going to call it that from now on)… I’ve lived in some of the coldest places in the US (Maine, the Adirondacks, upstate New York, Montana), and now I’m finally, FINALLY moving to my dream state of Florida! So keep dreamin’ love, you’ll get your cure someday!!

    Peace, love, sunshine 😀

    • Oooh….good for you!! I’m way jealous!

      You must be so excited at the prospect of never being stuck in snow again. 🙂

      Thanks for popping by and your kind words!
      Cheers,
      Karen

  8. Wow… stumbled across your website and love your photos of lake louise. I met my wife there when working in 2005 and would love to get a photo to blow up and frame that reminds us of our time there. Would it be possible to get a copy? I know its cheaky to ask, unfortunately we never got a good photo when there. Thanks, Sean

    • haha–no problem 🙂 Google for “Lake Louise wallpaper”. You’ll get a ton of larger photos, but none big enough to hang above your bed, I’m afraid. 🙂

  9. Sorry posted this twice as didn’t realise it went through first time! and it was definitely 2005… my wife would kill me if she knew I got the year wrong! 😉

  10. Hello, Beachcomber~ I’m visiting you here, because my little message doesn’t fit into the other blog where I made your acquaintance…. Now that I know you are a fan of Emily D. too, thought I’d ask if you had discovered yet that a great number of her poems can be handily sung to the tune of “The Yellow Rose of Texas”! This verges on travesty, I guess; but like you, I have a weird sense of humor too. Of course, you want to pair the tune with THE most incongruous poems: i.e., “I heard a fly buzz / when I died…,” or “There is a pain so utter / it swallows substance up…,” or “Because I could not stop for Death…” I first learned this marvelous piece of useless information from a TV sitcom called “Head of the Class” some decades ago. I don’t even recollect if Emily Dickinson was included in my high school curriculum. I “met” Emily by watching William Luce’s play The Belle of Amherst on public television. Julie Harris was perfection as Emily. I had to write her a fan letter, as well as to the playwright. (Heard back from both.) I began to devour her poems. And what “resonated” most with me (sorry to have to resort to such a cliché) was her articulation of pain. While, of course, not all of her poems focus on pain, I’d say a preponderance of them do. She utilizes language in a way that is distinctively hers– and thereby elevates it to its quintessence. So, I’ve read a little about you from “that other blog” and wonder if maybe you, too, respond to Emily out of recognition of suffering…. Actually, neither is THIS blog necessarily the right place for such a conversation…. Life ‘s a beach all right….
    I’m listening to Ravi Shankar’s “Arpan” from the glorious “Concert For George” as I type this. The first time I heard it, I remember thinking to myself, ‘Will this thing never end??’ Since then I have come to love it so much, I find I need to hear it on a daily basis. It inhabits me. After the initial opening song for George, the suite continues with music supposedly derived from traditional classic folk tunes. However, at about nine minutes into it, there’s a section (the section that comes before the “Hare Krishna” section) wherein I think I’m hearing allusions (but not literal citations) based on “Norwegian Wood”. Have you listened to “Arpan”? That entire “Concert For George” is so very well done, so worthy of his memory. (Yes, this would have belonged in another blog. I actually brought it up there a while back, hoping to learn if anyone else detected whiffs of “Norwegian Wood”– but it didn’t get posted. And if you’d care to just edit this such that it doesn’t get posted here either, by all means do! I really just wanted to visit you.

    • Well hi there! What a lovely surprise. 🙂

      And i didn’t’ know that Emily Dickinson’s poetry can be sung to The Yellow Rose of Texas–that’s too funny!

      I can’t say I’m well-versed (excuse the pun) in Dickinson, but I love two pieces in particular (“ample make this bed…” and “my life closed twice before its close…”), and yes, she does resonate with me.

      Thanks for stopping by.

      • Bonjour, Beachcomber.
        Knowing what your profession was, I would bet that you’d find Emily’s letters compelling reading. There are three volumes’ worth of them! That excerpt from one letter that I submitted for viewing elsewhere expresses what is rare élan, rare buoyancy of spirit for her. More typically, what Emily brings to light is more along these lines: “‘Tis a dangerous moment for anyone when the meaning goes out of things and Life stands straight—and punctual—and yet no signal comes. Yet such moments are. If we survive
        them they expand us. If we do not, …but that is Death, whose if
        is everlasting.” That leaped out at me, when I first read it, because I identified with it. Don’t want to be a Debbie Downer in your BoraBora space.
        I too love “My life closed twice…” Should you feel an impulse to look at others, I’d recommend “I tie my hat…,” “I cannot live with you…,” “A great hope fell…,” “There’s a certain slant of light…”
        Back to the beach wi’ ye.
        Peace out.

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