tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post4745347796537698233..comments2024-03-05T10:48:27.842-06:00Comments on Confessions Of A Laundry Goddess: The Music of Your Voice #WWUC @NWCreativeUnionSusie Clevengerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-7799684379184072632012-11-01T13:44:46.177-05:002012-11-01T13:44:46.177-05:00I'm sure the songs your hear are beautiful and...I'm sure the songs your hear are beautiful and manymoondustwriterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09848554806751678968noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-16625153129090832772012-11-01T00:48:07.210-05:002012-11-01T00:48:07.210-05:00Really touching remembrance Susie. I love wind ch...Really touching remembrance Susie. I love wind chimes and you just added a whole plethora of possible meanings each time they shake and make their wonderful chimes. ThanksAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05885047796180529498noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-30461405025842757232012-10-31T20:32:17.202-05:002012-10-31T20:32:17.202-05:00Oh my words...Joanne has certainly brought forth s...Oh my words...Joanne has certainly brought forth some amazing work with this prompt. Susie...this is fantastic...and yes..I'm crying again...to have known that love, to be able to cherish the memories...and I love that his voice sounds like wind chimes...betcha he loved reading this ;)Tashtoohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15847190224960829574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-64097662143992899012012-10-31T19:03:47.149-05:002012-10-31T19:03:47.149-05:00So lovely Susie. I miss my father too. That simple...So lovely Susie. I miss my father too. That simple and straight forward line: "Father, I miss you," brought tears because there is nothing truer. My father was a maker of things, too. It's so nice to have remembrances in the things made by those no longer in this world...and to have wind chimes that maybe are rustled to song by the wind...by your father. Hugs!Joanne Young Elliotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14431836725661024756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-58804329678364757762012-10-31T18:52:11.793-05:002012-10-31T18:52:11.793-05:00this is truly lovely!this is truly lovely!Geraldinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01541033372574718987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-17764199639393217992012-10-31T15:20:09.476-05:002012-10-31T15:20:09.476-05:00love it, susie. your father's voice to comfor...love it, susie. your father's voice to comfort you in time of need through those handmade chimes. you'll cherish them always<br /><br />MontyMontyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17446385166445251013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3174947457823680382.post-41596503103697505992012-10-31T14:48:05.952-05:002012-10-31T14:48:05.952-05:00How beautiful, wonderful to have reminders hand ma...How beautiful, wonderful to have reminders hand made and gifted. That it makes music in the wind like your father's voice through time and space is magical. http://chromamisc.com/2012/10/31/transmigration/Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17392858163745232319noreply@blogger.com