Thank you, Myelaine and Bonsai!
Have to get out my Bible! Psalms were always my fave.
Love,
CC
an unwelcome dawn comes creeping upward, her tendrils straddling the dark mountain so terribly near my once sweet but now quaking refuge called home of the heart.. i peer through panes that give onto a landscape of horror that, to some, appears pristine but to me is a reminder that he has been swallowed up by a wood both black and cruel.. daring to venture forth, i hear his voice .
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.. he calls out, so faintly, begging i rescue him from a jail that holds him fast against all escape; though myself a liberated man, i cannot free the one i taught the truth.
Thank you, Myelaine and Bonsai!
Have to get out my Bible! Psalms were always my fave.
Love,
CC
an unwelcome dawn comes creeping upward, her tendrils straddling the dark mountain so terribly near my once sweet but now quaking refuge called home of the heart.. i peer through panes that give onto a landscape of horror that, to some, appears pristine but to me is a reminder that he has been swallowed up by a wood both black and cruel.. daring to venture forth, i hear his voice .
.
.. he calls out, so faintly, begging i rescue him from a jail that holds him fast against all escape; though myself a liberated man, i cannot free the one i taught the truth.
an unwelcome dawn comes creeping upward, her tendrils straddling the dark mountain so terribly near my once sweet but now quaking refuge called home of the heart.. i peer through panes that give onto a landscape of horror that, to some, appears pristine but to me is a reminder that he has been swallowed up by a wood both black and cruel.. daring to venture forth, i hear his voice .
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.. he calls out, so faintly, begging i rescue him from a jail that holds him fast against all escape; though myself a liberated man, i cannot free the one i taught the truth.
The Rebel:
Most of what I have written here is free writing; only recently have I returned to prune out dead wood! My nature has always been one of spontaneity -- devil may care?
Bonsai:
An unwelcome dawn comes creeping upward, her tendrils straddling the dark mountain so terribly near my once sweet but now quaking refuge called home of the heart.
It took me a while to answer! Sorry. Thinking back to actual times of childhood, the dark mountain was, literally, Loma Prieta. Ordinarily, one welcomes the new day; however, the dawn that broke upon our desolate cabin in the Santa Cruz mountains presaged gloom and despair: a murder had been committed in the entryway of our hovel somewhat before our moving in. Metaphorically, this unfortunate occurrence has cast a pall over my life. Even my heart of hearts has been scathed. Of course, I'm taking this event and transmuting it into a reason for the emotional instability that has colored my little life.
I'm a story teller, not a realist. Then I learned the Truth and -- subsequently -- TTATT. The so-called dark and cruel wood of religious error swallowed me and my students alive. I have been freed but what of them who remain jailed? Talk about blowing things out of proportion. Thanks for asking . . .
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 Nancy:
Wonderful seeing you again!
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