tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966654450678101331.post7707574771174503845..comments2023-07-21T01:17:18.818-07:00Comments on tiger in a trance: Remembering A FriendTim Grossmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00682053488343942737noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966654450678101331.post-69083824417131091092012-10-01T19:33:29.184-07:002012-10-01T19:33:29.184-07:00This is very sad to know. I would on this verge th...This is very sad to know. I would on this verge thank Martha for her dedicated service to the Bhutanese students. Thank you on behalf of all her students for giving light. <br /><br />Anyways wonderful blog you have. Try out my blog at wwww.monutamang.blogspot.comMonu T.https://www.blogger.com/profile/00422923057044820946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966654450678101331.post-42235691538387904152012-09-25T13:27:50.458-07:002012-09-25T13:27:50.458-07:00Timmers! I am missing you SO SO much this morning!...Timmers! I am missing you SO SO much this morning! My heart bleeds for your loss of Martha. Know that she is sailing to her next incarnation and look for her spirit in the world around you. Your writing is getting fantastic, despite your mental ramblings and lousy spelling. <br /> <br />Need you to know that yesterday morning I saw a deer yearling in the front yard and went out to shoo him away from the flower gardens. He came DIRECTLY right up to me, totally fearless, and let me pick the briars off his forehead and stroke him for many minutes. Put his soft wet nose right onto mine and sniffed to his satisfaction. What a treat on a day I was feeling particularly lonely. God is good. So many times I have and do wish I could teletransport you right into the livingroom and we could stay up all night ruminating and solving the world’s problems—and our own—listening to Dylan’s new “Tempest” album.<br /> <br />You’re doing great work, Timmers, hard as it is. And the reason Spirit sent you to such a remote and foreign place becomes evident. You are struggling with your soul, the only work there is to do down here on Planet Earth. I couldn’t be more proud of you. And in those dark moments of the soul when you wonder if you’ve been forgotten, remember that I miss you like EVERYTHING, and love you to the depths of my soul. Please come home at the end of this year. We have a trip to Glacier to take. The sacredness of Yellowstone was only a beginning. For God’s sake, STAY HEALTHY, my Beloved Nephew.Marilynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06304712205767826663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-966654450678101331.post-65771741565149351702012-09-24T09:13:39.130-07:002012-09-24T09:13:39.130-07:00My Son is neither a bagger nor a begger anymore--H...My Son is neither a bagger nor a begger anymore--He is a MAN. He is Mr. Tim, THE EDUCATOR!manofmarinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13115331844461015648noreply@blogger.com