tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post6573497044002327114..comments2024-03-28T06:12:51.470-07:00Comments on STARDREAMING With Sherry Blue Sky: Starshine and Spirit-speakSherry Blue Skyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-49832613583539050292015-05-29T17:52:02.342-07:002015-05-29T17:52:02.342-07:00I do very much like the idea of the spirits of the...I do very much like the idea of the spirits of the dying flying out into the starry night.<br /><br />Such a poignant story about the visitation your friend had from her deceased husband, Sherry. I do so hope that this visit gave her some comfort.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-6865472113534667532015-05-26T18:50:06.031-07:002015-05-26T18:50:06.031-07:00I think I would find your friend's experience ...I think I would find your friend's experience both very special and moving but also heart-wrenching. Hopefully the memory would help me 'gently dry (my) tears'.Gabriellahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09968615376035959259noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-27386850843887471912015-05-26T18:15:52.996-07:002015-05-26T18:15:52.996-07:00He knows those who are lost,
those who have journ...He knows those who are lost, <br />those who have journeyed on,<br />those who will return again. <br />He will bring the touch <br />of the one you have loved so well<br />on the evening breeze.<br /><br />The people we love.. never cease to exist... they live on in our hearts.. in our memories! Its true.. the ones we love.. come to visit us in our dreams.. make us feel their presence.. perhaps they are granted a boon from God :)<br /><br />Truly felt that this poem was worth applauding to.. its absolutely heart-warming!<br />Lots of love,<br />SanaaSanaa Rizvihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06681404650477409830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-41179805113952589402015-05-26T11:27:36.527-07:002015-05-26T11:27:36.527-07:00it's beautiful when we can feel someone we los...it's beautiful when we can feel someone we lost so close that we almost sense their touch...Claudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03011763027311966186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-68383058602048737742015-05-26T10:18:23.090-07:002015-05-26T10:18:23.090-07:00Wonderful, almost romantic, tale of the journey of...Wonderful, almost romantic, tale of the journey of our spirits to their final rest. I don't know what this or other does at our death but we do like to think that it won't be the end for our inner, non-tangible self. I like the version you wrote here. <br />Didn't know where it would go? Perhaps on of those spirits guided your word arrangement.<br />When Mom died we hurried up to Nebraska to be with her last moments but we were about an hour too late.<br />As we flew over the puffy clouds just south of Omaha our across-the-row seating mate told us that she could almost "see" angels perched on those clouds. It turned out that exact time was the time Mom passed. We couldn't see the angels though, the mate 'almost' did see.<br />We are to begin our escapades and will be real scarce for over a month.<br />And the kids had three rabbits for a day last week. We think this might signal a brood of baby rabbits in about a month.<br />..Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02982249173214655060noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-31196499591119831212015-05-26T09:51:54.966-07:002015-05-26T09:51:54.966-07:00How fascinating about your friends husband finally...How fascinating about your friends husband finally visiting her. And what a flight to be free final of this mortal coil. To join in the spirit of all things around us. I have a feeling you might join in with the trees when the time comes.Xhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09037544390731217891noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-46701495232524160692015-05-26T08:37:59.038-07:002015-05-26T08:37:59.038-07:00There's such tenderness in this poem and in yo...There's such tenderness in this poem and in your words after. Funny, last night I dreamed I was with my father-in-law. He made me laugh, like he always did. I had never dreamed him before. I love your poem's mysticism. Lovely!Myrna R.https://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-13547344466400216802015-05-26T08:34:59.975-07:002015-05-26T08:34:59.975-07:00This is so beautiful and moving, Sherry. So beaut...This is so beautiful and moving, Sherry. So beautiful.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-17900327071878913252015-05-26T04:38:40.283-07:002015-05-26T04:38:40.283-07:00What a wonderful experience for your friend.
I be...What a wonderful experience for your friend.<br /><br />I believe we all have the need to know our loved ones are okay and still with us.Gailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04219479223227928561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-75168505505408191822015-05-26T02:55:03.317-07:002015-05-26T02:55:03.317-07:00wonderful depiction of the spirit world, mi amiga....wonderful depiction of the spirit world, mi amiga.<br />if but the unrecognizable quiet of the spirit voice in this mundane existence means they are peaceful and calm then let there be that 'quiet voice'. <br /><br />wonderful as always, mi amigaMarcoantonio Arellano (Nene)https://www.blogger.com/profile/10713672589582754484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777854594703553858.post-12133058302298267982015-05-25T22:40:22.108-07:002015-05-25T22:40:22.108-07:00So heartfelt and I really feel for your friend. Bu...So heartfelt and I really feel for your friend. But isn't it is said that soul lives forever. In our Hindu Holy Bool " Bhagwad Geeta" it is said that soul can never be destroyed or cut by a weapon or lost anywhere it is eternal and only changes its form.Vandana Sharmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10270400982093787158noreply@blogger.com