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Donna

Birdie,
This is exactly how I feel from time to time. Why? I don't know. But I hope you feel better tomorrow & these feelings don't come along for you as often. Blessngs to you.

Sweet Blood

Hello.

I have type I diabetes 25 years ago. I come from Spain. Excuse me for my English.

I invite you to visit and take part in my web. You can to send diabetes news, comment it, vote it, etc. (Do you know DIGG?).

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Thank you.
Sweet Blood

Jani

I just wanted to tell you that I love seeing all the wonderful artwork you post. You are amazing in that, even with your illness, you have the time and energy to do this and make people, like me, happy. I admire you.
thank you, jani

Jayne

Oh that "place"~! You describe that cavern very well. It makes me wonder. Could anything be spoken there that would echo back comfort? You have inspired some thought.

Minnesota Nice

Ok, Birdie - in your words, it took "a moment" to collect yourself.
Those little db landmines that explode right in front of us make me want to shove my fist through a window. BUt I don't.
They happen. We cry. We rage. Then we "collect" all of the sane, wise and insightful parts of ourselves and move on, leaving the junk behind.
You're a cool lady, Birdie. Sorry you had a bad patch.

Amylia

"I guess that's really what success looks like, at the end of the day. More happiness and well being, without the expectation of perfection or the inevitable disappointment when it isn't achieved. I know that's the case."


Indeed. How do you express so fully what is in my own heart?

You are magical.

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