tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5057130020178949119.post4887338448760297973..comments2023-06-03T07:00:36.505-07:00Comments on corktocape: The road is long.irishandbethbigadventurehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08105462480373469186noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5057130020178949119.post-81687674258362852032014-02-20T03:52:09.246-08:002014-02-20T03:52:09.246-08:00Let go & let God...Let go & let God...Sillkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00169376627865574353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5057130020178949119.post-67848161833324218732013-12-17T07:32:26.556-08:002013-12-17T07:32:26.556-08:00FOR THE BREAKUP OF A RELATIONSHIP
Now you endeavo...FOR THE BREAKUP OF A RELATIONSHIP<br /><br />Now you endeavor<br />To gather yourself<br />And withdraw in slow<br />Animal woundedness<br />From love turned sour and ungentle.<br /><br />When we love, the depth in us<br />Trusts itself forward until<br />The empty space between<br />Becomes gradually woven<br />Into an embrace where longing can close its weary eyes.<br /><br />Love can seldom end clean;<br />For all the tissue is torn<br />And each lover turned stranger<br />Is dropped into a ruin of distance<br />Where emptiness is young and fierce.<br /><br />Time becomes strange and slipshod;<br />It mixes memories that felt<br />The kiss of the eternal<br />With the blistering hurt of now.<br /><br />Unknown to themselves,<br />Certain small things<br />Touch nerve-lines to the heart<br />And bring back with color and force<br />All that is utterly lost.<br /><br /> John O’DonohueAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5057130020178949119.post-14714908751792731472013-12-15T10:46:55.658-08:002013-12-15T10:46:55.658-08:00Dear Irish,
We are so sorry for your Heartache, ...Dear Irish, <br /><br />We are so sorry for your Heartache, our heart is broken also.<br />Please be safe & take care!<br />Love,<br />Mo & Danmomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18259534985122120722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5057130020178949119.post-83059689028647186652013-12-13T09:28:48.349-08:002013-12-13T09:28:48.349-08:00Those are powerful words of past love and pain. I...Those are powerful words of past love and pain. It is hard to read them and not be able to explain what happened.<br /><br />The idea of this journey together was always a dream. I thought riding a motorcycle with Irish would not only be exciting but would save our marraige. I remember the day we shipped the bikes to Dublin he was so mad at me he told me not to come. I was not ready to let go so I pushed on. Then all across Europe, F.R.OY., and Turkey we fought. Yes, we had good times, but throughout this journey we have fought, broken up, and got back together because it was easier than splitting up the gear.<br /><br />Africa was becoming more and more a reality and I did not want it to go the way Europe went. If we did not brake up now we would have broken up in the middle of Africa. I don't know what fantasy Irish lived in, but we were not good for one another. He told me that he knew one or two years into our relationship that I was not for him, and 10 years later I am tired of the game.<br /><br />I met some one and "fell in love". We loved each other before we even layed hands on one anther, and if that is not love I don't know what is. Irish is right, I am not sorry for my actions. I am only sorry for any pain that I caused. I wish Irish the best, I gave him everything he needed for the trip, and now it's time for me to figure out what is best for me.beth andersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07131811264223580013noreply@blogger.com