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Steve's avatar

Jesus. (I don't mean that literally -- I mean it as a completely irreligious exclamation.)

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Suzanne Edison's avatar

I need not add my words to this story, except to say, breathing with you.

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Antonia Malchik's avatar

I have never stopped and pondered before what the truth of “heart-rending” comes from. This is it.

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Denise Emanuel Clemen's avatar

Oh god. Holy shit. That’s a big, big story.

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Lisa Lilienthal's avatar

wait, what? I disagree that you're the baby bird!

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Elizabeth Aquino's avatar

What's your interpretation?

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Pixie's avatar

Apparently dead baby birds can be a symbol of rebirth.

You are the strongest person I know. I've had rage walks, although I never thought to give them this name but it fits so well. No matter what happens going forward, the past is behind you now, although I accidently wrote dead, as in the past is dead and then I deleted to change it but the past is dead.

If I were closer I would make you tea and gingerbread scones and listen. I would give you a hug and then I would take care of Sophie for you for a week so that you could run away and fill your cup.

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Elizabeth Aquino's avatar

Oh, Pixie, thank you.

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ilga rauchut's avatar

Cruel world--I love these kinds of postings from you. Thanks for sharing.

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Mary Moon's avatar

This reminds me of yesterday when I was telling Hank about a dream where there'd been a lost baby (always lost babies in my dreams) and I found this baby and she ran to me and I held her and she had been so afraid and I told Hank, "I didn't know the name of the baby but I loved her so much" and Hank said, "Well, you hadn't named the baby in your dream but it didn't matter because that baby's name was Mary."

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Elizabeth Aquino's avatar

That Hank is a genius.

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Amanda Wald Rachie's avatar

Immediate unedited thought as the baby bird came into view: O my God. Thoughts that rose not long after: Fierce grace (Ram Dass' words). We are baby birds walking baby birds home. (paraphrased from Ram Dass). Sending love to you, Elizabeth

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Elizabeth Aquino's avatar

Thank you, am. Thank you.

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Tara Crowley's avatar

No words.

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Barb's avatar

The poor baby bird.

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Elizabeth Marro's avatar

Oh, Elizabeth. This is hard reading. Beautiful reading. Heart-rending reading. Rage on.

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Elizabeth Aquino's avatar

Thank you, Elizabeth.

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Wendy's avatar

Beautiful and heart breaking

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Brittany E's avatar

I wonder if our ancestors felt any more equipped for their lives than we do for ours.

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37 Paddington's avatar

Holy hell. But may I disagree with the therapist? You are not the baby bird. Your wings are formed and powerful. But oh, I know they're tired. Rest.

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