tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534240.post2582972122224210903..comments2024-03-28T11:14:24.118-07:00Comments on Chicken Blog: Chirp.Natalie, the Chickenbloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07424213130274740719noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534240.post-72843972588909582872020-07-07T10:34:53.211-07:002020-07-07T10:34:53.211-07:00Thank you, Marcella!Thank you, Marcella!Natalie, the Chickenbloggerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07424213130274740719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534240.post-11040141707611924862020-07-06T14:59:53.860-07:002020-07-06T14:59:53.860-07:00Dear Natalie,
I love your chirps - I hear you.
You...Dear Natalie,<br />I love your chirps - I hear you.<br />You are not alone.<br />Embrace the gift you have for expressive writing.<br />Marcella<br />🇨🇦<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534240.post-81731382298558493472020-07-05T09:09:11.493-07:002020-07-05T09:09:11.493-07:00Cindy... thank you. Thank you.
I like commas, too...Cindy... thank you. Thank you. <br />I like commas, too, but you've probably noticed that, right?<br />And I've probably expressed this many times, but it's such a relief when at least one person responds, and can relate, because otherwise I'm certain that my rambling is nonsensical. Funny, I only need one ally to relieve me of some of my self doubt... which reminds me how important it is for people to be heard. So, again: Thank you.<br />Natalie, the Chickenbloggerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07424213130274740719noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3534240.post-62400240246133410522020-07-02T06:05:49.022-07:002020-07-02T06:05:49.022-07:00Hi Natalie! I read your post yesterday and was utt...Hi Natalie! I read your post yesterday and was utterly gobsmacked by your words. My own desire to compose a meaningful response kept me from commenting until this morning. you really let it fly, and touched on my own feelings in ways I can't articulate.I do think that those of us with very full lives and the kind of empathic souls that keep us churning, suffer for our abundant joys as well as our deep hurts and frustrations. There is this constant compulsion to be present and helpful. You may feel like you are "chirping" to a vast emptiness, but I bet that many many others like you, like me, are hearing you but we are doing these things in our own worlds, somewhat unaware of the fact that the others exist as we do, feel as we do, and are grateful to come across someone like you. Sorry for all the commas! Keep going, your voice is so terrific!cindynoreply@blogger.com