tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502171450450034535.post5328925491591143860..comments2023-10-28T07:04:25.925-04:00Comments on A Theology of Desire: The imprinting of intimacyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502171450450034535.post-40656938443756172332009-10-16T22:08:25.818-04:002009-10-16T22:08:25.818-04:00imagine if the first step was a deep friendship......imagine if the first step was a deep friendship...where they learned to dance<br />this is my favorite part of your blog-<br />Remaining in the desire becomes a delicious torture. An exquisite torment.<br />exquisite torment;what a concept.Diane Marie Hallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04179288189765350548noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502171450450034535.post-26624644561488612852009-09-28T14:10:33.605-04:002009-09-28T14:10:33.605-04:00My mom and I were in a hotel in PA over a year ago...My mom and I were in a hotel in PA over a year ago for a family reunion. Later that night, a bride and groom were checking in -- still dressed from the ceremony. Both looked miserable/bored/apathetic. My mom and I noticed and she commented on it later. I thought, perhaps, it was because the couple were probably living (or sleeping) together for years and this was just another day . . . sad, no?Pranayama mamahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06720061810198398947noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502171450450034535.post-2430536027050808172009-09-27T00:55:12.335-04:002009-09-27T00:55:12.335-04:00This line makes me wish I could go back and live m...This line makes me wish I could go back and live my life over again<br /><br />"And the mark that the waiting made on their hearts, minds, and souls, can never be forgotten, or removed"Cynthiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07493703623233516037noreply@blogger.com