Comments on: Waiting for Another http://www.nosq.com/blog/2006/05/waiting-for-another/ Culture, faith, technology, art - shaken, not stirred. Thu, 24 Jul 2008 07:40:55 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.5.1 By: Makia http://www.nosq.com/blog/2006/05/waiting-for-another/#comment-7400 Makia Fri, 23 Feb 2007 03:37:03 +0000 http://www.nosq.com/blog/2006/05/waiting-for-another/#comment-7400 <p>Wow! Time is kind indeed. Ever since that post, I have quit my career (as an engineer), and am now fully pursuing what I love. I have just started my web (less than a week ago!)... I have joined the local theatre...</p> <p>Honoring oneself is the toughest thing ever!</p> <p>Love to Dance</p> Wow! Time is kind indeed. Ever since that post, I have quit my career (as an engineer), and am now fully pursuing what I love. I have just started my web (less than a week ago!)… I have joined the local theatre…

Honoring oneself is the toughest thing ever!

Love to Dance

]]> By: Kate http://www.nosq.com/blog/2006/05/waiting-for-another/#comment-6841 Kate Wed, 31 Jan 2007 15:47:19 +0000 http://www.nosq.com/blog/2006/05/waiting-for-another/#comment-6841 <p>P.S. Keep dancing - it frees the soul and energizes the spirit!</p> P.S. Keep dancing - it frees the soul and energizes the spirit!

]]> By: Kate http://www.nosq.com/blog/2006/05/waiting-for-another/#comment-6840 Kate Wed, 31 Jan 2007 15:44:31 +0000 http://www.nosq.com/blog/2006/05/waiting-for-another/#comment-6840 <p>Your writing brought tears to my eyes. Not because it's so sad, but because it made me look deeper into myself... and I didn't like what I found. I've always been a loner. Although I don't feel like the victim of lonleiness, my heart aches for the lonley. It's the worst kind of homelessness. The home of your heart. Although no one really knows that because I get along so well with others, of all ages. But all the niceities are so superficial. I have no deep, close relationships with anyone. Those closest to me are my husband, children, brother and mother. Yet even they don't know the "whole" me because I wont let them see all the way in. I wonder why that is? Am I afraid they wont "like" me anymore? They'll give an opinion of me that I don't like? Even the times that they've let their guard down and let me peer into their darkest corners, I still don't feel comfortable recipricating. Make sure you thank Chelsea's two friends - it will open up a whole new realm of discovery for all three of you and will spark meaningful conversation. Thanks for your writings. Kate</p> Your writing brought tears to my eyes. Not because it’s so sad, but because it made me look deeper into myself… and I didn’t like what I found. I’ve always been a loner. Although I don’t feel like the victim of lonleiness, my heart aches for the lonley. It’s the worst kind of homelessness. The home of your heart. Although no one really knows that because I get along so well with others, of all ages. But all the niceities are so superficial. I have no deep, close relationships with anyone. Those closest to me are my husband, children, brother and mother. Yet even they don’t know the “whole” me because I wont let them see all the way in. I wonder why that is? Am I afraid they wont “like” me anymore? They’ll give an opinion of me that I don’t like? Even the times that they’ve let their guard down and let me peer into their darkest corners, I still don’t feel comfortable recipricating.
Make sure you thank Chelsea’s two friends - it will open up a whole new realm of discovery for all three of you and will spark meaningful conversation.
Thanks for your writings.
Kate

]]> By: Makia http://www.nosq.com/blog/2006/05/waiting-for-another/#comment-4092 Makia Wed, 20 Sep 2006 18:11:36 +0000 http://www.nosq.com/blog/2006/05/waiting-for-another/#comment-4092 <p>I cannot believe how you have just described exactly what I went through in April 2006. The practise, the moment: the most defining moment of my life. Dance... the love of my life. My friend Tammy came along. She is quite indifferent to dance and all... but she is always there. Until this day I feel a gratitude that this very hard to express. I went home alone.. I did not know what to do with myself.. i had no one to share this feeling with. In a way, I am glad my friend was by my side. I am horrified to express the passion i feel for dancing. To what extent I would give up everything and work hard to gain everything for it. Thanks for this insightful article. So well written...</p> <p>Makia</p> I cannot believe how you have just described exactly what I went through in April 2006. The practise, the moment: the most defining moment of my life. Dance… the love of my life. My friend Tammy came along. She is quite indifferent to dance and all… but she is always there. Until this day I feel a gratitude that this very hard to express.
I went home alone.. I did not know what to do with myself.. i had no one to share this feeling with. In a way, I am glad my friend was by my side. I am horrified to express the passion i feel for dancing. To what extent I would give up everything and work hard to gain everything for it.
Thanks for this insightful article. So well written…

Makia

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