tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27921691.post116837563515933260..comments2023-08-18T15:26:13.723+03:00Comments on Let's Put the Kettle On: Plane Silencelisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467859215672771501noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27921691.post-1168452981787502762007-01-10T21:16:00.000+03:002007-01-10T21:16:00.000+03:00hi nelly. i guess it's not that i never have my o...hi nelly. i guess it's not that i never have my own thoughts (i KNOW you've heard my strong opinions on things!) but they are interrupted constanly and so they feel scattered. i often find that i wake up in the middle of the night and have really clear thoughts about things that I couldn't work out in the day.<BR/><BR/>SARAH! HELLO! Long time! Oh someone adjusting my blanket would creep me out too! ah!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27921691.post-1168433969721991912007-01-10T15:59:00.000+03:002007-01-10T15:59:00.000+03:00Lisa,Loved your blog entry! I can very much relat...Lisa,<BR/>Loved your blog entry! I can very much relate to the longing for silence and the struggle to not shut out anyone at the same time. <BR/>Your story caused me to remember one of my flights to Portugal when I wished for a silent row mate. The young man next to me took it upon himself to adjust my blanket while I was trying to sleep - creepy! As soon as I would nod off, I'd feel him pulling my covers up close to my chin. I don't think he was hitting on me, more like he was caring for an elderly woman! :)<BR/>All the best to you and your family as you prepare to share hope and love in Africa,<BR/>SarahSarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08337030396979381866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27921691.post-1168416835681818832007-01-10T11:13:00.000+03:002007-01-10T11:13:00.000+03:00I so rarely ever talk to people on planes, and oft...I so rarely ever talk to people on planes, and often feel a teensy bit guilty about it. (For all of my talk on dialogue and community, blah blah...) But, I'm most intrigued by the idea that mothers don't really get to own their thoughts anymore. I guess I should really be thankful for these days of pensiveness and solitude. Missing you miss Lisa!Jenellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06392720397525484494noreply@blogger.com