tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109836070405210185.post9191864217942591952..comments2023-10-21T11:20:01.064-05:00Comments on The Inglenook: Abbeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14554152090141373923noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109836070405210185.post-87343022505732402682013-07-18T11:28:15.540-05:002013-07-18T11:28:15.540-05:00Shivers. Your writing makes me so in love with wor...Shivers. Your writing makes me so in love with words.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109836070405210185.post-43331777173165764002013-07-17T19:24:02.055-05:002013-07-17T19:24:02.055-05:00beautiful + magical-- your words and photos.
hap...beautiful + magical-- your words and photos. <br /><br />happy to see your post again! Kelsie Johannahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06920784168790491831noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109836070405210185.post-89264685995519094142013-07-15T21:46:29.657-05:002013-07-15T21:46:29.657-05:00Oh, Abbey, I've missed you! I don't even k...Oh, Abbey, I've missed you! I don't even know you, but I've missed your words and frames and general inspiring, heart-warming "inglenook". This blog of yours actually feels like an inglenook... it reminds me of autumn and flannel shirts, spiced cider and stories hiding in the cracks of barn walls & fireplaces, adventure, swimming in lakes and long books read in chunky sweaters, curled in a corner. <br /><br />You have inspired me a great deal over the years and I bet you didn't even know it... thanks so much!<br /><br />hugs,<br />LindseyLouhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11625991351103613501noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109836070405210185.post-33327231893597156892013-07-14T15:06:42.116-05:002013-07-14T15:06:42.116-05:00this is so beautiful and i'm crying and goodne...this is so beautiful and i'm crying and goodness knows i can't say things the way you can, but i'm feeling them. i'm really feeling them when i read what you've written.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109836070405210185.post-84040471196602147722013-07-14T07:38:33.308-05:002013-07-14T07:38:33.308-05:00The way you collect moments and pictures is inspir...The way you collect moments and pictures is inspiring. I've been waiting for this post. :)kimberlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10166088716293115540noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109836070405210185.post-34543924615910652012013-07-13T22:29:52.220-05:002013-07-13T22:29:52.220-05:00been waiting so ever-not-patiently for something l...been waiting so ever-not-patiently for something like this to pop up in my feed reader from beautiful YOU. can't wait for more like this, because abbey writing is the best kind. :) like hannah said, your quiet perspective on the beauty of life is remarkable. :)Alexxus K. Farmerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13165675164704565211noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109836070405210185.post-70685387421010691572013-07-13T19:13:03.781-05:002013-07-13T19:13:03.781-05:00I love the way you told these stories, Abbey. They...I love the way you told these stories, Abbey. They're truly beautiful. So good to hear from you again :)Meganhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02969309841948524003noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109836070405210185.post-61858976939639320472013-07-13T17:04:54.645-05:002013-07-13T17:04:54.645-05:00I'm sitting at my computer in tears. You are b...I'm sitting at my computer in tears. You are beautiful.Sydneyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06567047993917349762noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109836070405210185.post-60577907046189185352013-07-13T15:01:31.320-05:002013-07-13T15:01:31.320-05:00all of the above comments, done and done. that'...all of the above comments, done and done. that's what i want to say.<br />i love your words. they are amazing. i love them, and your blog, and your photos, and i just.... your writing transports me to a different place.Emmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11909806682184449766noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109836070405210185.post-842869240848139752013-07-13T10:56:56.921-05:002013-07-13T10:56:56.921-05:00Screamed at the sight of a new post. Then proceede...Screamed at the sight of a new post. Then proceeded to hyperventilate to the point of worrying the people around me. <br /><br />Thank you, Abbey. WE are the blessed ones to read your words. Grace https://www.blogger.com/profile/12228443672247629651noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109836070405210185.post-78945855880303327842013-07-12T20:39:36.214-05:002013-07-12T20:39:36.214-05:00not sure how that got in a whacky format.. but yea...not sure how that got in a whacky format.. but yeah..Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01705594341140422319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109836070405210185.post-26172269499905967612013-07-12T20:38:30.684-05:002013-07-12T20:38:30.684-05:00ah. like i have so many pitiful comments about eve...ah. like i have so many pitiful comments about everything you wrote and how it resonates with me and none of the words will suffice, but i can try it, best as i can.<br /><br />the whole first paragraph is me. i spent two months in el salvador and i still can't write a blog post or tell someone about my trip because nothing will ever do it, <i>them</i> justice. no one will even begin to understand everything you felt and feel and learned and are learning. <br /><br />i must say, i feel very sorry for you about your roll of film. i wrote daily while i was in el salvador, but somewhere between there and here i lost it all, except the first two weeks and the last week of writing and journal entries, and receipts, and ticket stubs, and poetry and sketches. i'm still not 'over it', but i love what Hannah shared about it. i also lost my thirteen year old journal. everything i wrote for a year. it's the worst feeling.<br /><br />about the last paragraph-- just ugh. i wish i could feel like that about my quiet nature. i guess maybe i'll have to wait until the right person tells me at the right time. idk.<br /><br />wowzers. this got super long super quickly. i missed your blog posts. your words are my favorite. i'm sure of it. xx | <a href="www.elantheblog.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow">Natalia</a><br /><br />your third paragraph made me smile and think of someone, but we all know he wouldn't ever do that. only i miss him. idk if you were referring to a guy friend or a girl friend, but it invoked all sorts of feels.<br /><br /><i>took comfort in mutual brokenness</i> i just got back from a camp. i've been to three camps. and i never felt like i felt there. i never really opened myself up to anyone excepting my mom and a few long-time friends. there's something so freeing and liberating to really share, open up and let the walls down. it's priceless.<br /><br />your words are so beautiful and i can picture everything perfectly. do me-- all of us-- a favor and write a book. <br /><br /><br /><br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01705594341140422319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109836070405210185.post-18020904392397510032013-07-12T19:52:46.133-05:002013-07-12T19:52:46.133-05:00well this is beautiful. almost in tears in happine...well this is beautiful. almost in tears in happiness for you. :)<br />and if you ever need a friend, if you ever need someone to talk to, i volunteer as tribute. even though we aren't the greatest of friends, know that i am someone you can confide in, because we are sisters in the Lord. so blessed to know you exist. <3Joceehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07720602045776414220noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3109836070405210185.post-91514923997039999242013-07-12T19:33:11.860-05:002013-07-12T19:33:11.860-05:00I know a girl who likes to go barefoot. I know a g...I know a girl who likes to go barefoot. I know a girl who jumps from haybales in the summer, jumps from snow piles in the winter, jumps jumps jumps from and into: lakes, fields, deeper things. I know a girl with poetry where her laugh lines will someday sit. I know a girl who lets stories settle in her backpack, in her journal, in the spaces between apertures where memories linger, I know a girl. I know a girl who blows bubbles because she can and has books in every pack and who knows all the words that matter. I know a girl who can kayak like nobodies business, who always finds the light, in sight, but, in life. I know a girl who collects maps and who loves pomegranates so much she probably smells like them and who dreams of being a mama, of sleepy eyed littles in the morning and kissing sweaty fevered heads and laughing over pancakes, lake days, prairie life. I know a girl who writes and each word feeds your soul and I know a girl who films and each scene stirs your soul and I know a girl who shoots and each photo touches your soul. I know a girl of grace and laughter and light.<br /><br />I know a girl.<br /><br /><br />Can't tell you how happy I was to see a new post sitting, waiting in my feed reader. I've been waiting, albeit, not at all patiently, because I've missed your blog, missed your unique and quiet perspective on the particular beauties of this life -- good and bad and in between. :) I am so grateful for you and have a nice fat letter that I'll send before we're old and gray and still complete goofs. LOVE YOU. CHICKENS AND WINDEX AND TRAVELING TRIPS. You are a complete and total and beautiful soul and sister and friend. And this -- beautiful and still and like lake mornings (you know the type).Hannah Nicolehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11591201948135426218noreply@blogger.com