tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733812559283418635.post1123804100182049090..comments2023-09-08T09:45:10.235-04:00Comments on Coffee With Hallelujah: STOPPING TIME: DOING WHAT YOU LOVERuth Schowalterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03106140875246572230noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733812559283418635.post-17028305194763598662010-06-05T07:02:02.321-04:002010-06-05T07:02:02.321-04:00Dearest Marianne, welcome to coffee with Halleluja...Dearest Marianne, welcome to coffee with Hallelujah. Your words of poetry bring shivers to my shoulder blades! For I experienced a quickening and then complete stoppage of time through them. YOU move me places in the real world but take me deeper into the reality of their BEING. You have experienced LOVE. The LOVE of DOING and BEING--indeed you must be very very young! <br /><br />Hallelujah thanks you for visiting her with your coffee! Please return.Ruth Schowalterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03106140875246572230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733812559283418635.post-53598030301874090202010-06-03T16:05:08.268-04:002010-06-03T16:05:08.268-04:00Time stops for me in a grove of pines overlooking ...Time stops for me in a grove of pines overlooking Sacandaga Lake. Time stops for the smell of honeysuckle or orange blossom on a spring night breeze. Time stops for poetry, and well-written history, and any story, big or small, that reveals something authentic about its teller. Time stops for a great conversation with friends over a glass or several of wine. Time stops in al-Aksa Mosque in Jerusalem and in the Rodopi Mountains outside a monastery baking fresh bread. Time stops when my niece skips an acorn across the wet road and then squeezes my hand in excitement when it gets squished under a tire. There are so many times it stops, when I consider them, I must be very young. Love, MarianneMarianne Connorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13795518550272082598noreply@blogger.com