tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172024566124548290.post1611402458939328127..comments2023-06-22T01:46:27.819-07:00Comments on I am being: a hug for myselfTricia Huffmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10309918695802962955noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172024566124548290.post-58244094262787782412010-03-06T05:25:03.069-08:002010-03-06T05:25:03.069-08:00Jason Mraz carries the hopes and dreams, the caree...Jason Mraz carries the hopes and dreams, the careers, of many people, and he does it graciously and with gratitude because he seems to have realized that those people carry him, too. I’m sure he literally carries friends like Jesse Billauer when they ask him to, when they need him to.<br /> <br />Jason Mraz is also just a guy who does stupid guy stuff. Guys have qualities we don’t; women have qualities guys don’t. We don’t always have to go along with their stupid guy stuff, especially when it messes with our valuable girl stuff. That’s all. <br /><br />Why do I take the time to comment about what people I don’t even know say and do? That’s something I have to think about! I think I’ll go do that now…<br /><br />LoveNormahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13185978808885492246noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172024566124548290.post-71027702056222730562010-03-05T17:52:14.740-08:002010-03-05T17:52:14.740-08:00Thanks for your concern Anonymous! I am amazing! ...Thanks for your concern Anonymous! I am amazing! I am alive! I am vibrant! I love emotions all of life! I am simply letting all of it show up for me! I love tears! I love emotions! I really do. I am not bullshitting. And Norma thank you also for my concern for my body....I am sure all of the sound equipment that I have stacked in the back of semis and flipped around will show up somewhere down the line too! Lucky me, my yoga practice helps me to balance and manage weight. It was quite easy for me to carry him.Tricia Huffmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10309918695802962955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172024566124548290.post-84613193331176536342010-03-05T14:37:27.652-08:002010-03-05T14:37:27.652-08:00Maybe you should call someone to come check on you...Maybe you should call someone to come check on you?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172024566124548290.post-91817485085689647182010-03-05T08:49:11.323-08:002010-03-05T08:49:11.323-08:00Are you OK, Tricia?Are you OK, Tricia?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172024566124548290.post-88738028647880024802010-03-05T07:01:50.177-08:002010-03-05T07:01:50.177-08:00You Are Beautiful
He always said it that way,
“y...You Are Beautiful<br /><br />He always said it that way, <br />“you ARE beautiful”<br />just like that, <br />“you ARE beautiful,”<br />like he was trying to convince himself of something,<br />like he was disagreeing with something someone said.<br /><br />The emphasis was all wrong.<br />He never said, “You’re beautiful,”<br />the verb reduced to let the beautiful rise<br />or “you’re BEAUTIFUL,”<br />the adjective stressed and extended,<br />a descriptive declaration to the world.<br /><br />He thought I wasn’t listening.<br />He thought I hadn’t heard him<br />and I let him keep believing <br />that the doubt inside his words<br />was something only he could hear. <br /><br />He said, “you ARE beautiful”<br />like a disappointed mother <br />who loves her child more than life—<br />her decidedly unremarkable child—<br />who she tries to shield from things <br />whispered or left unsaid.<br /><br />The funny thing is that I had never noticed<br />what he was seeing until I followed his gaze<br />inward.<br />I never knew what I looked like to myself <br />until his inflection objected to the <br />disdain.<br /><br />I guess I wasn’t surprised to discover <br />that I gave him the syncopation<br />he tried to counter.<br />And I guess only I could have given him <br />the leave to honor what he believed.Normahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13185978808885492246noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172024566124548290.post-2192905319419220302010-03-05T05:05:32.488-08:002010-03-05T05:05:32.488-08:00This is related to an earlier post:
It was a stup...This is related to an earlier post:<br /><br />It was a stupid gag, you carrying Mraz on stage. You are a tall, strong, healthy woman, it's true, but I know the consequences of bearing weight not meant to be borne by a woman. You don't feel it now, but you may later, maybe when it matters most that you have a healthy body.<br /><br />My ex-boyfriend has a physique just like Mraz's-lean but muscular--and I know how heavy he is. I'm smaller than he is (at least vertically) but I weigh almost as much as he does, and I would never let HIM attempt to carry ME even though he has twice my strength.<br /><br />Why did Mraz ask you to do it? I know what you said, but why didn't he think of you when he was thinking of you?<br /><br />I love you both, but maybe you both need to think about "why?"Normahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13185978808885492246noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7172024566124548290.post-51853459414832785982010-03-04T21:12:10.298-08:002010-03-04T21:12:10.298-08:00This is (and you are) beautiful.
Being 'with ...This is (and you are) beautiful.<br /><br />Being 'with it' whatever 'it' may be--is there a better feeling in life? Is there a better way to go about things? If so, I haven't found one.<br /><br />I try to harness those moments onstage--let things happen, go with the moment, let the story get its due. But I find it really difficult to communicate that idea back to myself in my day-to-day life. I'm much braver when I consider myself in a 'safe' space (which is incidentally in front of hundreds of people.)<br /><br />I love words and I love writing, so I know exactly how you feel. You are amazing.<br /><br />Love love love,<br />DakotahDakotahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16479865453296374869noreply@blogger.com