millie210:
Your own words are balm to a troubled soul.
You are welcome and thanks!
CC
i feel an unfamiliar restlessness in my lower body.
too long have i been confined to my sickbed; my mind and heart coax me arise and gaze upon the world outside.
it is no longer a matter of fighting long-entrenched despair.
millie210:
Your own words are balm to a troubled soul.
You are welcome and thanks!
CC
was just listening to a song that made me think of the jws so thought i'd say hi and see how everyone is.
i'm doing ok. kids are fine.
i'm good, making tons of friends, very successful in my career, bla bla bla.
Love you, Cognac!
CoCo
Would send you flowers but don't know how!
i feel an unfamiliar restlessness in my lower body.
too long have i been confined to my sickbed; my mind and heart coax me arise and gaze upon the world outside.
it is no longer a matter of fighting long-entrenched despair.
je.suis.oisif, Xanthippe, tornapart, and LV101:
We never know how a few words might affect another person -- for good or for bad! I really do appreciate getting your perspective.
In "Healing," the person incapacitated may be so spiritually, mentally, emotionally -- not necessarily physically. That "long-entrenched despair" has held many of us captive for years, and now we are free (relatively speaking, of course). We have been renewed internally and we are alive!
THANKS!
CC
i feel an unfamiliar restlessness in my lower body.
too long have i been confined to my sickbed; my mind and heart coax me arise and gaze upon the world outside.
it is no longer a matter of fighting long-entrenched despair.
Thanks, ZAPPA-ESQUE!
Likewise -- I needed it!
Blessings.
CC
i found out this morning that my brother died last night, he was also an ex jw, 73 years old and died of heart disease and kidney failure.
it was not totally unexpected, as he had been in poor health, but it's a blow, especially as i just lost another brother two years ago.
there were six of us, now only four.
My condolences, dear LisaRose:
I'm so very sorry. My siblings and I are of the same ages, approximately, and I, too, wonder where we'll be from moment to moment. And to think, we so fervently believed we'd waltz unscathed into the New World, young, fresh, vibrant . . .
Love,
CoCo
i feel an unfamiliar restlessness in my lower body.
too long have i been confined to my sickbed; my mind and heart coax me arise and gaze upon the world outside.
it is no longer a matter of fighting long-entrenched despair.
Dear Tal, EyesOpenHeartBroke, and Wozza:
Thank you so much for your kind words.
Reading about a famous artist's sorrowful tale of unrequited love, I was struck by the author's reference to grief being transmuted into art. Whatever our loss or our sorrow, life's experiences can be turned into something positive.
With love and gratitude,
CoCo
i feel an unfamiliar restlessness in my lower body.
too long have i been confined to my sickbed; my mind and heart coax me arise and gaze upon the world outside.
it is no longer a matter of fighting long-entrenched despair.
I feel an unfamiliar restlessness in my lower body.
Too long have I been confined to my sickbed; my mind and heart coax me arise and gaze upon the world outside. It is no longer a matter of fighting long-entrenched despair. A power beyond all that is humanly possible -- even in the most extraordinary of circumstances -- seizes hold of atrophy and regenerates what was once officially declared dead. In spite of myself, I arise from my imprisoning bed and, as if it were a completely normal occurrence, glide over to the French doors. I do not touch the handles, yet, in the manner of a dream, both doors open before me.
On the balcony, I gaze upon a magnificence of terrene beauty, so long unobserved, so long forgotten. My mind does not question the why, the wherefore, nor the how. My heart says I must follow whatever direction is put upon me.
I return to my room and look into the full-length mirror. I see only myself, no reflection of the room at all. Tall and erect, I stand as though in vibrant and athletic youth. Now, however, it is as an assured, mature man. Radiant. Smiling. Possessed, so it would seem, by an inner confidence emanating from my every pore.
Behind me I sense a warm and comforting presence. The aura surrounding me does not compete with my inner glow but interplays with it, creating a show of light, not of spectacular brilliance, but of undulating waves of luminescence . . .
I am alive . . . once more. . . .
i also heard the video was being discussed on howard stern today.
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Thanks, Tal!
I always enjoy hearing from you.
CoCo
i also heard the video was being discussed on howard stern today.
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I generally do not refer to family here, but it grieves me deeply that some of my little loved ones are distressed that Jehovah is going to kill their classmates.
I'm absolutely helpless. I can talk to family who, like me, left the org. Those still in?
No . . .
CC
i also heard the video was being discussed on howard stern today.
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Vidiot:
Thank you for the education; Poe's Law is new to me.
Why must one inform the reader of one's foray into parody (it takes some intelligence and tongue-in-cheek acumen to pull this off) that one is being ironical and not sarcastic? Just like the disclaimer 'no pun intended' when, truly, there is. No need to explain. Let the reader draw his own conclusions.
More on DA:
The term had its origin, as mentioned earlier, in the RCC where the advocate for the devil presents arguments against the canonization of a saint; he, advocate, is "the blackener of the good." [Fowler]
The term is now used -- quite incorrectly by people in general -- to mean advocating a bad cause or injuring a cause by endorsing it. Sadly, these egregious usages have become accepted. -- A DICTIONARY OF CONTEMPORARY AMERICAN USAGE, Evans and Evans, page 133
What a world! What a world! Who would have thought all my deliciously correct speech could be destroyed by the acceptance, as standard, of grammatical and literary error?
Is this where I insert a smiley?!?!?!?
CC