tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988748434876894094.post6654112597294512729..comments2024-03-06T05:40:23.294-06:00Comments on Teresa Evangeline's Poetry: Amber BeadsTeresa Evangelinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988748434876894094.post-85657085879642553922015-12-20T09:00:50.880-06:002015-12-20T09:00:50.880-06:00I think so ... I'm so glad I still have those ...I think so ... I'm so glad I still have those beads ...Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988748434876894094.post-53763375676283417702015-12-20T06:01:26.948-06:002015-12-20T06:01:26.948-06:00Yes....beads holding the light and you placed the ...Yes....beads holding the light and you placed the pricelessness of that moment right!! cyclopsevenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11440123931878867581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988748434876894094.post-62021028738444480042015-08-03T08:40:18.458-05:002015-08-03T08:40:18.458-05:00oh, yes ... :)oh, yes ... :)Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988748434876894094.post-73589269998321965492015-08-03T08:38:04.755-05:002015-08-03T08:38:04.755-05:00"holding the light" in more ways than o..."holding the light" in more ways than one I suspect.WildBillhttp://www.wildramblings.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988748434876894094.post-11924389250896837062015-07-31T19:08:16.612-05:002015-07-31T19:08:16.612-05:00That this necklace graced my mother's neck whe...That this necklace graced my mother's neck when she was so young ... I'm so grateful she gave it to me ... I was and am honored.Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988748434876894094.post-91551133112108936532015-07-31T07:19:09.560-05:002015-07-31T07:19:09.560-05:00I still have some of the pieces of my mother's...I still have some of the pieces of my mother's jewelry I played with -- or admired -- as a child. They shimmer in the light of memory -- only baubles for most, but true treasure for me.shoreacreshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16284698314697628805noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988748434876894094.post-30284336860360637702015-07-30T20:28:02.149-05:002015-07-30T20:28:02.149-05:00Yes ... thank you so much ...Yes ... thank you so much ...Teresa Evangelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05495114564099989481noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4988748434876894094.post-37806650892334538982015-07-30T20:22:29.627-05:002015-07-30T20:22:29.627-05:00In physics, the constant at the limits of the spac...In physics, the constant at the limits of the spacetime continuum is a velocity, the speed of light. Light doesn't age. The light of other days and the light in this one have no conflict of definition, no difference. Your poem reminds me of this old lesson. Thank you. Geo.https://www.blogger.com/profile/16221314320558128986noreply@blogger.com