tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212684554684859330.post6363075832069285055..comments2022-11-08T02:29:00.947-08:00Comments on Not Every Chair's a Rockin' Chair: This Tumour of Mine Longs to Hold MeTreice Backshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06207189533332411983noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212684554684859330.post-78693797467891856032008-05-26T22:07:00.000-07:002008-05-26T22:07:00.000-07:00I've often started to write a comment here and the...I've often started to write a comment here and then stopped, feeling not capable, feeling that anything I think of is banal or maybe just plain irritating. We've had some powerful moments and conversations over the last 15 years. I think especially of a sunny afternoon in Kamakura, coming into the presence of a 9 metre 13th century bronze Buddha -- or comparing notes on our families while strolling around a bird sanctuary on the North Shore. I wish I knew how to contribute to this conversation in some helpful way. Thanks for writing about your experience with such honesty and grace.Brent Smarthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08120759192211697076noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212684554684859330.post-75609984898765727092008-05-25T11:31:00.000-07:002008-05-25T11:31:00.000-07:00You are back at it! Both these latest entries are ...You are back at it! Both these latest entries are so beautifully written, and moving. I catch myself wishing they were based on your interview with some distant stranger and her tumour instead of your own very real experience.<BR/>Those smiles are all directed at you. Your pesky little "friend" still has time to bid you farewell and shrink into the distance.Soressahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04547300723766932066noreply@blogger.com