tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524364334037666877.post7927316885697874411..comments2024-03-25T15:16:59.631-04:00Comments on The Green Bough: To Be CherishedOriahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13153842083329682011noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524364334037666877.post-13298786898588197232011-02-15T01:00:54.749-05:002011-02-15T01:00:54.749-05:00Dear Oriah,
how v odd that I have chosen to read...Dear Oriah, <br /><br />how v odd that I have chosen to read your blog right at a moment when you have written about a subject that is very key to my own journey of healing. I am amazed and thankful for your words and thoughts on this phenomenon of "undesired" daughters. <br /><br />Thank you,<br />BrinjaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524364334037666877.post-79422462801142218322011-02-10T10:58:13.631-05:002011-02-10T10:58:13.631-05:00Beautiful, thought provoking and so affirming of o...Beautiful, thought provoking and so affirming of our rightful place in the Universe.<br /><br />Thank you.Sarahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18254177760032737685noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524364334037666877.post-87579717893265648132011-02-09T12:49:26.160-05:002011-02-09T12:49:26.160-05:00We all carry around some of the painful memories o...We all carry around some of the painful memories of childhood, don't we? And how at the most unexpected of times, they well to the surface, in tears, in words,in thoughts...I have also been profoundly moved by music and lyrics that struck a chord, hit a nerve, touched the heart. This was a moving post to read Oriah. I send a big hug your way and wish you a good day.<br /><br />www.mypoeticpath.wordpress.comGeraldine https://www.blogger.com/profile/07410019941984295767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524364334037666877.post-35270738530062179702011-02-09T10:39:34.164-05:002011-02-09T10:39:34.164-05:00Thank you so much for sharing this Oriah!
It broug...Thank you so much for sharing this Oriah!<br />It brought back my own memories of how my mother -strangely not my father- kept telling me when I was a kid that I was an "accident". I KNEW that they loved me, I did, but my feelings were immensely and deeply hurt. It didn't matter that I "knew" that even though I was an accident they still cherished me and loved me very much, this telling over and over that I was an accident has haunted me till now. What a miracle that you write about it. THANK YOU!<br />My brother on the other hand was the baby they had always longed for and tried for 7 seven years to conceive, because at first my parents didn't want any more children because I was such a handful. <br /><br />I agree with you, we are indeed "daughters of the divine", so deeply loved by God (no matter what his/her name is or what he/she looks like).<br /><br />Quite a while ago a little girl was asked by a priest how God looks like for her. And she said "Well, she has the most beautiful coffee-coloured skin." :-)<br /><br />Love & Hugs<br />SabineSabinehttp://www.walking-with-angels.denoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524364334037666877.post-85911416052697201522011-02-09T08:29:51.343-05:002011-02-09T08:29:51.343-05:00ah what a beautiful and profound posting. i am wri...ah what a beautiful and profound posting. i am writing to thank you for the beautiful and specific words you use when you discuss and write about the Divine. it inspires me and resonates ever so deeply. blessings of love to you, LaurelLaurelhhhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01526474490344383437noreply@blogger.com