Comments on: sleepless http://www.peacelovefree.com/2009/08/31/sleepless/ exactly where i need to be Sun, 22 Aug 2010 20:32:15 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: brooke http://www.peacelovefree.com/2009/08/31/sleepless/comment-page-1/#comment-15 brooke Sat, 05 Sep 2009 01:07:38 +0000 http://www.peacelovefree.com/?p=79#comment-15 j, after reading you for nearly as long as you have written - certainly since the geocities days where i found you - it feels like you have been working up to this space here. that this is where you belong. at least for now. we all shift, change, transform and you might again. but for now it feels like home. good for you. sending love & light. j,
after reading you for nearly as long as you have written – certainly since the geocities days where i found you – it feels like you have been working up to this space here. that this is where you belong. at least for now. we all shift, change, transform and you might again. but for now it feels like home. good for you.
sending love & light.

]]> By: Lisa http://www.peacelovefree.com/2009/08/31/sleepless/comment-page-1/#comment-14 Lisa Wed, 02 Sep 2009 17:12:12 +0000 http://www.peacelovefree.com/?p=79#comment-14 LOVE the new blog! Congrats on it. Can't wait to read more . . . LOVE the new blog! Congrats on it. Can’t wait to read more . . .

]]> By: j. http://www.peacelovefree.com/2009/08/31/sleepless/comment-page-1/#comment-13 j. Tue, 01 Sep 2009 05:47:10 +0000 http://www.peacelovefree.com/?p=79#comment-13 I can relate....but rarely can I write. I just can't stop my brain from going over and over and over everything. I can relate….but rarely can I write. I just can’t stop my brain from going over and over and over everything.

]]> By: erin http://www.peacelovefree.com/2009/08/31/sleepless/comment-page-1/#comment-12 erin Mon, 31 Aug 2009 23:47:00 +0000 http://www.peacelovefree.com/?p=79#comment-12 'I can’t stop the writing. I can’t. It just is.' god... yes. those nights when your eyes are rough and sore... when your body aches to lay in bed-the other body already deep in a dreamland, warm and snoring... pulled by an imaginary force a muse unwilling to rest. having to get it all out. ALL out. and only when it is all out, does rest really come. i've never been able to explain it the way that you just did, in those simple words- 'i can't stop the writing. i can't. it just is' i can't stop the images-the women that come to me in my head, with their stories begging to be painted... i can't turn them off, turn them away, save them for another time. i can't tell them that i'll get to them in the morning... and i love how you so eloquently put it here. the crazy that is the Creator. the ways of the muse. xo ‘I can’t stop the writing. I can’t. It just is.’

god… yes.
those nights when your eyes are rough and sore… when your body aches to lay in bed-the other body already deep in a dreamland, warm and snoring…

pulled by an imaginary force
a muse unwilling to rest.
having to get it all out. ALL out.
and only when it is all out, does rest really come.

i’ve never been able to explain it the way that you just did, in those simple words- ‘i can’t stop the writing. i can’t. it just is’
i can’t stop the images-the women that come to me in my head, with their stories begging to be painted… i can’t turn them off, turn them away, save them for another time. i can’t tell them that i’ll get to them in the morning…
and i love how you so eloquently put it here.
the crazy that is the Creator.
the ways of the muse.

xo

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