tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post7604784459455599784..comments2024-03-05T10:48:27.842-06:00Comments on Confessions Of A Laundry Goddess: Wings Clutching RootsSusie Clevengerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-87260879106449055222014-04-23T19:14:35.005-05:002014-04-23T19:14:35.005-05:00Like a butterfly specimen... love that simile.Like a butterfly specimen... love that simile.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12460881702249079009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-59995722806552933542014-04-23T01:49:06.715-05:002014-04-23T01:49:06.715-05:00i find this brilliant, Susie ~i find this brilliant, Susie ~Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-72381788929518474892014-04-22T23:29:28.600-05:002014-04-22T23:29:28.600-05:00Letting home stain her fingers... I wish I could g...Letting home stain her fingers... I wish I could go home, but it isn't there anymore, washed away in the third "hundred-year flood" in five years... <br /><br />I long to lay on the grass, run my fingers through the Indian Paintbrush and violets, smell the sun (yes, it did smell sweet!). And indeed, it was the place I fled as fast as my 18-year-old in high heels could take me! BRILL. Sorry I have not been around, lots happening. See you soon, Susie. AmySharp Little Pencilhttp://sharplittlepencil.com/2014/04/21/keepin-it-real/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-48957406144926194242014-04-22T23:11:43.452-05:002014-04-22T23:11:43.452-05:00Susie, this is wonderful. So relatable too. Susie, this is wonderful. So relatable too. Wordifull Melaniehttp://wordifull.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-53058068954260907852014-04-22T07:28:22.031-05:002014-04-22T07:28:22.031-05:00Very clever and poignant and easy to relate to. T...Very clever and poignant and easy to relate to. Thanks. K. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-60303752903234633792014-04-21T21:12:11.893-05:002014-04-21T21:12:11.893-05:00Oh man, this sizzles with the complexities of life...Oh man, this sizzles with the complexities of life! I adore it - so artistically done.Margarethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00007201357693227614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-77577302401208602732014-04-21T12:18:14.638-05:002014-04-21T12:18:14.638-05:00There's enough ambiguity here that one can rea...There's enough ambiguity here that one can read it straightforwardly as about a butterfly or as a metaphor for other things. I find that ambiguity satisfying and beautiful.Mark Kerstetterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13307987573435067415noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-50948273135723764492014-04-21T12:16:31.567-05:002014-04-21T12:16:31.567-05:00"Wings clutching roots".........so power..."Wings clutching roots".........so powerful. Thought-provoking, Susie.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-16086142279980634522014-04-21T11:57:53.494-05:002014-04-21T11:57:53.494-05:00Yes, life is ironic that way. Every journey is a j...Yes, life is ironic that way. Every journey is a journey home.Kerry O'Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00720862912375945249noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-3005455801686153272014-04-21T09:27:27.249-05:002014-04-21T09:27:27.249-05:00Both beauty and truth in this image, Susie. Home p...Both beauty and truth in this image, Susie. Home pins us, frees us, and often forms us in ways we can only guess at until the years give us our true wings. Just lovely imagery here.hedgewitchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13090696134322515899noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-24341247071365715382014-04-21T09:26:13.985-05:002014-04-21T09:26:13.985-05:00when wings clutch roots contentment is the result....when wings clutch roots contentment is the result...so<br />beautifully stated...Sumana Royhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17333363799083094084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-70081941302565527642014-04-21T05:53:19.559-05:002014-04-21T05:53:19.559-05:00That's beautiful. :-)That's beautiful. :-)Jinksyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01686101468214361004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-51094570725728040412014-04-21T05:38:14.631-05:002014-04-21T05:38:14.631-05:00My 'Happy Place' is actually behind my gra...My 'Happy Place' is actually behind my grandparents' place, in the mossy grass. If I ever get really stressed, or when I can't sleep, that is where I go in my mind. My grandparents' are long gone, and the house belongs to someone else, but this piece resonated and brought that out. Thank you so much!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-47063460822648804372014-04-21T05:26:35.807-05:002014-04-21T05:26:35.807-05:00What a fine title for exactly this moment. The two...What a fine title for exactly this moment. The two stanzas work perfectly to make this discovery. Great work, Susie.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com