tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20010538.post6169490270869196181..comments2023-10-06T06:24:23.622-04:00Comments on don't eat alone: stacking up stonesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20010538.post-86329618153160633602007-08-22T01:11:00.000-04:002007-08-22T01:11:00.000-04:00Milt - I'm glad you write. I'm glad you are in th...Milt - I'm glad you write. I'm glad you are in this space as a writer. As I read, I come to stack my own stones, remembering that depression is a part of me, but not all of me.Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04858741156520098940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20010538.post-74729433579736983002007-07-08T16:26:00.000-04:002007-07-08T16:26:00.000-04:00kqI think Wilcox's song should be our national ant...kq<BR/><BR/>I think Wilcox's song should be our national anthem.<BR/><BR/>Thanks to all for the encouragement.<BR/><BR/>Peace,<BR/>Miltondon't eat alonehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16407613063346798197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20010538.post-24311007716155434572007-07-08T15:59:00.000-04:002007-07-08T15:59:00.000-04:00I'm going to echo what Ron... your writing has a t...I'm going to echo what Ron... your writing has a tremendous (uplifting!) influence on this middle aged woman in San Francisco. I only come to your blog when I am quieted and ready to think deeply, because I know I can depend on you for something thought provoking.<BR/><BR/>*and* <BR/><BR/>This particular post brings to mind a favorite song... I bet you know it:<BR/><BR/>It is Love who makes the mortar <BR/>And it's love who stacked these stones <BR/>And it's love who made the stage here <BR/>Although it looks like we're alone <BR/>In this scene set in shadows <BR/>Like the night is here to stay <BR/>There is evil cast around us <BR/>But it's love that wrote the play... <BR/>For in this darkness love can show the way <BR/>(David Wilcox ~ <I>Show The Way</I>)<BR/><BR/>peace be with you, Writer.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20010538.post-71145580399811162152007-07-07T23:35:00.000-04:002007-07-07T23:35:00.000-04:00The church camp at which I once worked (and to whi...The church camp at which I once worked (and to which I'm taking campers next Saturday) invited campers to bring rocks to camp one summer to build an altar at one of their worship sites. Twenty years later, some people can still pick out their rocks. What we bring and leave as our contribution is important, and I've come to value yours, Milton. Thanks.Scotthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00157331552693781962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20010538.post-86174724369885757682007-07-07T23:06:00.000-04:002007-07-07T23:06:00.000-04:00Milton,We've never met, but I know you through you...Milton,<BR/>We've never met, but I know you through your writing. We've never had a conversation, but you have influenced my life and uplifted my spirit by your writing. Thanks for sharing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20010538.post-65940199914439508132007-07-07T21:04:00.000-04:002007-07-07T21:04:00.000-04:00What qualifies a person to be 'a writer'? Is it j...What qualifies a person to be 'a writer'? Is it just because you write?<BR/><BR/>Well, you do that.<BR/><BR/>I think the larger, more pertinent issue is that what you write matters. When your words make a difference, often on a daily basis, in the lives of people who read those words, you are a writer. Not just a writer, but a writer who MATTERS.<BR/><BR/>Whether you write to stave off depression or to impact others, it matters. I'm so glad you do so...each of those 401 posts has been potent.<BR/><BR/>Congrats, and make a big ol' pile of stones. Make sure you don't forget. You. Are. A. Writer.Bethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03119943581970095780noreply@blogger.com