Comments on: I Still Miss You

By: christie

christie — Sat, 26 Jul 2008 20:02:36 +0000

Carine, this is beautiful. I want to print it up and keep it with me. I too am a transplant to this country. While I have been nurtured and have grown here there are still inexplicable things I miss about the country of my birth. Thank you, I will dream on this.

By: jodi

jodi — Fri, 25 Jul 2008 04:07:29 +0000

Your blog is so beautiful Carine, I miss my father the most! I wear a ring that he gave me everyday, it keeps him with me. I loved Josephine too, but did not know about Jelly Bean, what happened to her? She was one great cat!

By: Conz

Conz — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 19:02:23 +0000

Beautifully expressed, Carine. It’s good to know that there that is a deep longing in all of us that moves us to next best place in our hearts.

By: Cathy

Cathy — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 18:05:52 +0000

This is a beautiful reflection on loss and desire, longing and hope. Knowing that loss is inevitable, reminds me to stay awake and aware of everything—from the wonderment of nature to people and places—and to appreciate it all in the here and now. In “Buddha’s Little Instruction Book” it says, “Those who are awake live in a state of constant amazement.” I’m going to practice being amazed as often as I can.

By: Cristy Machado

Cristy Machado — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 16:09:22 +0000

Wow my little Cayo…I definitely connect on this beautifully written piece. I still miss you often, still think about you very frequently, and always love you my friend! Cristy

By: dearpru

dearpru — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 15:55:18 +0000

The ache of loss, the ache of what-could-have-been, the ache of lost intimacy…unique as a fingerprint or a snowflake, yet universal. Thank God we can reach out to each other and say “I understand.” Thank you for pointing out the universality of these feelings, Carine.

By: Lala

Lala — Thu, 24 Jul 2008 15:46:58 +0000

As soon as I read the intro to this piece my thoughts went right to the source for me. I still miss my beloved….not another man, not another woman. I miss the core beloved inside of me when I forget the deep love I feel for myself. This is also a missing of spirit, of the joy that is our birthright, of the love of God/Goddess who we all are. When I forget the absolute and complete blessing right here, right now in this moment…I still miss you.