tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190704941799772497.comments2018-04-27T19:41:11.176-07:00Mary Jane of the LorelandsChristin Lore Weberhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02076721419707983985noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190704941799772497.post-9287965848918542542018-04-27T19:41:11.176-07:002018-04-27T19:41:11.176-07:00Dear, dear Krista. I'd almost forgotten about ...Dear, dear Krista. I'd almost forgotten about this blog...I should read it again myself. There is so much story and wisdom in our past, those thoroughly human people from whom we come. Our Auntie Eva is surely a great soul who stays near us always. Christin Lore Weberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02076721419707983985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190704941799772497.post-54732282713692647552018-04-27T11:05:36.221-07:002018-04-27T11:05:36.221-07:00I remember at Grandma's funeral, Auntie Eva to...I remember at Grandma's funeral, Auntie Eva told me I had to be her little sister now. <3 <br /><br />I was rereading everything, and this one brought that memory back. <3 Kristahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17278101511804625959noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190704941799772497.post-30756051158939889872016-04-18T21:11:06.350-07:002016-04-18T21:11:06.350-07:00Mary Jane, I just read your entries from March do...Mary Jane, I just read your entries from March down to "The Solemn-Eyed". It was wonderful learning about your family - my family. I remember so well the photo of you as a baby that was in my parents family album. My Mother always said that you were the most beautiful baby she had ever seen. You were. George loved you so- he thought you the most beautiful. I didn't know much about your Mother's side of the family. I knew about the lodge and not much else. My father adored you. I envy the fact that you have so many family memories and I was missing out on my MN family when we moved to CA. Time to say good night to a cousin I wish I had known! Much love, Patty Patricia Lore Prenticenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190704941799772497.post-37180446666973957392015-05-31T17:14:41.140-07:002015-05-31T17:14:41.140-07:00The photographs are as magical as the writings . ....The photographs are as magical as the writings . . .Alla Renée Bozarthhttp://allabozarthwordsandimages.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190704941799772497.post-49718482619368453592015-05-31T17:13:00.015-07:002015-05-31T17:13:00.015-07:00This is an amazing, magical entry, Christin. You c...This is an amazing, magical entry, Christin. You capture so vividly, you express so breathtakingly the mysteries of outside in and inside out, the far-near and the near-far of a human soul's experience, made even richer and truer in memory. Fidelity, I think, whether factual or imaginal, fidelity to the true feeling and the pondering of it in both experience and memory . . . that's what remains consistent in your writings, no matter the topic or theme. Thank you for your fidelity to your gifts, and for so generously sharing them in the ongoing Sacred Saga of your unfolding memoirs.Alla Renée Bozarthhttp://allabozarthwordsandimages.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190704941799772497.post-84952021713834246292015-02-13T09:18:03.281-08:002015-02-13T09:18:03.281-08:00Oh, my! Here are tears and fears and agony for wha...Oh, my! Here are tears and fears and agony for what we know still exists. I'm not sure I should thank you for this. I think, tho, that is good to be always reminded of honor, and dignity, and capacity for healing one's self and others. And it is also good to reminded of our responsibility for man's inhumanity to man. For we are human. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190704941799772497.post-17546522017780395312015-01-17T13:12:00.594-08:002015-01-17T13:12:00.594-08:00I love this, Christin. Of course, I haven't re...I love this, Christin. Of course, I haven't read anything from your memoirs that I don't love. How lucky you are to have such wonderful pictures to choose from to show yourself and us the deep past that you carry inside you.The picture of you three little girls in your identical dresses from Aunt Eva's loving hands is priceless. All of your memoir stories are a testament to the extraordinary wisdom and valor of seemingly ordinary women and a few good, very good men in your family and circles of remembered and cherished friendship.Alla Renée Bozarthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07163511991184059081noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190704941799772497.post-21878882738274892252014-10-19T09:17:01.206-07:002014-10-19T09:17:01.206-07:00What a loving testament. I can hear your voice so ...What a loving testament. I can hear your voice so clearly in this.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190704941799772497.post-18585846878224683012014-08-08T05:54:58.119-07:002014-08-08T05:54:58.119-07:00And, of course, as you know so well, these stories...And, of course, as you know so well, these stories are a red ball.<br />I love "following the fissures like roads to the interior" and, again, that's what you're doing. Thanks so much for sharing these!<br />BPSAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190704941799772497.post-87636275204352727832014-07-04T13:01:47.196-07:002014-07-04T13:01:47.196-07:00I must have done so in error! Here it is again!!I must have done so in error! Here it is again!!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05998067415826351112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190704941799772497.post-46856627142632293962014-07-04T13:00:10.691-07:002014-07-04T13:00:10.691-07:00Mary Jane, your ability to see inside and articula...Mary Jane, your ability to see inside and articulate so clearly and beautifully what I have always known in my heart but was never able to express is mystifying. Beneath every action is a vitality, and a fiercely faithful love. Thank you for reminding me what I sometimes forget or misunderstand about my mother. Her love is massive and I hope I have that in me too.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05998067415826351112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190704941799772497.post-12913123381977907332014-07-04T12:39:17.948-07:002014-07-04T12:39:17.948-07:00Oh, Heather! Why did you remove what you wrote? It...Oh, Heather! Why did you remove what you wrote? It had already come to me by email and was just beautiful.Christin Lore Weberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02076721419707983985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190704941799772497.post-40142853466247541112014-07-04T11:59:37.785-07:002014-07-04T11:59:37.785-07:00This comment has been removed by the author.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05998067415826351112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190704941799772497.post-75084793929348591992014-07-03T19:30:47.190-07:002014-07-03T19:30:47.190-07:00Your description of Sally makes me think she has a...Your description of Sally makes me think she has answered mightily the question of Mary Oliver: "Tell me, what will you do with your one wild and precious life?"<br />So glad you are writing these stories again, Christin.<br />BPSAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190704941799772497.post-6383028564720904882014-05-15T00:13:22.545-07:002014-05-15T00:13:22.545-07:00Now I can't delete my first version to make co...Now I can't delete my first version to make correction and additions here. Sorry. Confounded by technology once again. Here goes with the better effort: <br /><br />Yes, but also flowers, fields, sunlight, bare or sandaled feet in grass and sand forever, with someone who loves you along to hold the camera and preserve your image in a kind heart. Also, someone to read to your spirit, read the stars with you, read the emptiness, read your precious tears, and above all, receive your range of words and your sacred silence, no matter what. I love both pictures~ your original self in your wicker rocking chair, casual, relaxed, and utterly absorbed in the happiness of your power to engage with stories, words and pictures of Life in its fullness, in its bitterness and sweetness, darkness and light. In the mirrors of stories you interpret the world and seek and find the essence of others as well as yourself, and your ability to love sets you free as much as it binds you. Mary Jane of the Lorelands is a reader and writer of Nature and people and all the mysterious wonders we call creation. She's always been your core self, never abandoning you. She's just happy that in these memoirs you are opening the doors to your own consciousness of how lovable she is, how wonderful, and she's glad that you are learning that again, feeling that compassion toward your smart, small self that you've given so generously to others.Alla Bozarthhttp://allabozarthwordsandimages.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190704941799772497.post-37072349895728528222014-05-14T23:55:58.169-07:002014-05-14T23:55:58.169-07:00Yes, but also flowers, fields, sunlight, bare or s...Yes, but also flowers, fields, sunlight, bare or sandaled feet in grass and sand forever, with someone who love you along holding the camera and preserving your image in a kind heart. Also someone to read to your spirit, read the stars, read the silence, read your precious tears, and above all, receive your range of words and your sacred silence, no matter what. I love both pictures~ your original self in her wicker rocker chair, casual, relaxed, and utterly absorbed in the happiness of your power to engage with stories, words and pictures of Life in its fullness, in its bitterness and sweetness, darkness and light. In the mirrors of stories you interpret the world and seek and find the essence of others as well as yourself, and your ability to love sets you free as much as it binds you. Mary Jane of the Lorelands is a reader and writer of Nature and people and all mysterious wonders we call creation.Alla Renée Bozarthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07163511991184059081noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190704941799772497.post-88996273461553933622014-04-10T20:53:52.676-07:002014-04-10T20:53:52.676-07:00It has a prophetic feel...books, books, forever :)...It has a prophetic feel...books, books, forever :)<br />Christin Lore Weberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02076721419707983985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190704941799772497.post-80480403772978139822014-04-10T20:12:08.303-07:002014-04-10T20:12:08.303-07:00I have always loved this picture of you.I have always loved this picture of you.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17311606041053992988noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190704941799772497.post-65545901581382415032014-04-01T19:47:19.101-07:002014-04-01T19:47:19.101-07:00I am so enjoying your writing.I am so enjoying your writing.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17311606041053992988noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190704941799772497.post-26519252566687862752014-03-25T21:44:19.168-07:002014-03-25T21:44:19.168-07:00Tears for this precious soul trapped in time, now ...Tears for this precious soul trapped in time, now unlimited and free to be his beautiful, true loving self without compromise, always.Alla Renée Bozarthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07163511991184059081noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190704941799772497.post-59547229796725523092014-03-25T18:10:53.691-07:002014-03-25T18:10:53.691-07:00I remember your uncle Paul. Also remember now that...I remember your uncle Paul. Also remember now that he was a cab driver.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17311606041053992988noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190704941799772497.post-22115602471494544892014-03-25T18:02:40.873-07:002014-03-25T18:02:40.873-07:00Reminds me of the old saying about "angels am...Reminds me of the old saying about "angels among us unaware"... (Hebrews)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190704941799772497.post-83813434620133850742014-03-23T15:36:52.007-07:002014-03-23T15:36:52.007-07:00Hugs, tears, laughter, and lots of rest. Dreams co...Hugs, tears, laughter, and lots of rest. Dreams come fast and furious during such a project as this. All of it leads further and deeper into the mystery of existence. Christin Lore Weberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02076721419707983985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190704941799772497.post-52232618435244140682014-03-23T15:35:00.802-07:002014-03-23T15:35:00.802-07:00Thanks for the good words, the encouragement. Thanks for the good words, the encouragement. Christin Lore Weberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02076721419707983985noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8190704941799772497.post-32366128616303290722014-03-23T10:20:04.113-07:002014-03-23T10:20:04.113-07:00I hope you are giving yourself some hugs as you di...I hope you are giving yourself some hugs as you dive into these memories that were terrifying as a child.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com