tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13365998.post3021537790872223961..comments2024-03-04T06:28:51.439-08:00Comments on My Little Golden Book of Phobias: beth coyotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04671290135595711572noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13365998.post-46450875004537795732013-04-29T09:51:08.613-07:002013-04-29T09:51:08.613-07:00It feels that every moment is an act of faith - in...It feels that every moment is an act of faith - in safety, in surviving being unsafe, in somehow prevailing. The living in the questions. xoMarylinn Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02759437467691163658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13365998.post-61422284285024931142013-04-16T14:38:58.021-07:002013-04-16T14:38:58.021-07:00Oh Beth, there is no safety. It's chaos all th...Oh Beth, there is no safety. It's chaos all the way and I am as lost as you or the next person. But chaos often is beautiful.<br />Be patient towards all that is unresolved in your heart (stole the last sentence from Rilke).Sabinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09015827501648296977noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13365998.post-76956003694172280642013-04-16T13:38:09.415-07:002013-04-16T13:38:09.415-07:00No. I don't think that safety really does exis...No. I don't think that safety really does exist but what does exist is a semblance of it. A feeling of it. Sometimes. <br />You will feel it again. I wish your heart wasn't so tender but if it wasn't, you would not be Beth Coyote and I would be so sorry for that.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.com