Excellent points, The Rebel.
After all these years, I have just now gotten an even clearer perspective.
THANKS!
i think it would be a good idea to start a thread with suggestions on how to start a journey away from the w.t.
obviously circumstances are different for each individual.. my advice is:-.
a) fade gently but with the objective never to return.. b) my opinion on beliefs and theology is that if they are not verifiable and relevant to your everyday life then set them aside for now.. c) if you have spent your life sincerly believing your ministry was helping in the most important work beiing done on the earth, then i would would suggest simply by being ethical in speech and action, will effect others in a positive way evangelizing as a j.w never could.. d.) as for armeggedon, that's simply control by fear.
Excellent points, The Rebel.
After all these years, I have just now gotten an even clearer perspective.
THANKS!
i feel a sadness so deep that friends wonder why my art and my blinds remain undrawn.. gone is the muse who promised me solacewhile guys played ball and climbed tall trees.. a blank canvas before me says, "here's your life, where has it gone?".
is it too late to become what imight have become .
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Thank you, The Rebel.
I really appreciate your kind words.
The above entries are out of order, given I have gone through years of hard copy to revise and clarify my writing and struggle to make a cohesive whole. What Marie finds is a "leaf" (not "leaves") of stationery in the grass and becomes ripped asunder emotionally when she reads the lovelorn's lament. Gee, it's maybe a little over the top??? I can be effusive and a tad old-fashioned in my thinking and rhetoric!
Once again, The Rebel, allow me to express my gratitude to you for your support.
Blessings and peace to you and your lovely family.
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A TORN AND CRUMPLED SHEET OF LAVENDER STATIONERY lies in grass alongside the pathway to town. Basket in arm, on her way to market, Marie spies the leaf of paper amidst blades of grass and stoops to pick it out and shake it free of morning dew.
With a sharp intake of breath, the young and susceptible lady takes in the newborn words springing from some unknown poet's bursting heart. Unprepared for such emotional onslaught, Marie's heart cleaves in two, bleeding unstanched as worlds of both light and darkness comingle within and without her hapless soul.
With no more than the fierce beating of my heart as your signal,
Hasten, please, into my presence and cherish me as none other.
You are sweet and delectable and gently remove from my jailed
Heart shackles that have too long confined my delicate passions.
You, sweet savior, are my liberator, whose glance, whose touch,
Whose kiss shall revive my lifeless soul, long ago declared dead.
My window is always open to you and your cherished company.
Upon wings of desire descend from on high into this, my world,
And light softly, so softly upon my petal-strewn chamber floor.
Sick with unrealized love, I can bear cruel aloneness no more.
i feel a sadness so deep that friends wonder why my art and my blinds remain undrawn.. gone is the muse who promised me solacewhile guys played ball and climbed tall trees.. a blank canvas before me says, "here's your life, where has it gone?".
is it too late to become what imight have become .
.
A torn and crumpled sheet of lavender stationery lies in grass alongside the pathway to town.
Basket in arm, on her way to market, Marie spies the leaves of paper amidst blades of grass and stoops to pick it out and shake it free of morning dew.
With a sharp intake of breath, the young and susceptible lady takes in the newborn words springing from some unknown poet's bursting heart. Unprepared for such emotional onslaught, Marie's heart cleaves in two, bleeding unstanched as worlds of both light and darkness comingle within and without her hapless soul.
i feel a sadness so deep that friends wonder why my art and my blinds remain undrawn.. gone is the muse who promised me solacewhile guys played ball and climbed tall trees.. a blank canvas before me says, "here's your life, where has it gone?".
is it too late to become what imight have become .
.
i feel a sadness so deep that friends wonder why my art and my blinds remain undrawn.. gone is the muse who promised me solacewhile guys played ball and climbed tall trees.. a blank canvas before me says, "here's your life, where has it gone?".
is it too late to become what imight have become .
.
With no more than the fierce beating of my heart as your signal,
Please, hasten into my presence and cherish me as none other.
You are sweet and delectable and gently remove from my jailed
Heart shackles that have too long confined my delicate passions.
You, sweet savior, are my liberator, whose glance, whose touch,
Whose kiss shall revive my lifeless soul, long ago declared dead.
My window is always open to you and your cherished company.
Upon wings of desire descend from on high into this, my world,
And light softly, so softly upon my petal-strewn chamber floor.
Sick with unrealized love, I can bear cruel aloneness no more.
this notice is not official yet and it should be confidential until released thru the proper channels.
a friend of mine told me about a huge elders meeting in southern california.
the subject was the relocation and dissolution of some congregations; it seems that this is the result of some project that has been going on for some time and is going to be implemented right now.. please let me know if this is happening all over the country?.
Mr. Flipper:
Greetings.
Reading your comments with interest. I don't know anything about finance. I just assumed -- wrong thing to do -- that with big bucks, WT wouldn't need loans for their work. Of course, well-to-do people I know have mortgages.
Not asking for what you cannot disclose.
Thanks, as ever, for your perspective on things . . .
greetings, fellow posters:.
wishing you well and offering my sympathy if you've ever experienced vertigo.
my neighbor is a physical therapist and told me about the epley maneuver, which i am now researching.. have you ever been through this hell of total incapacitation?.
ZAPPA-ESQUE: That is hilarious and will keep my head spinning -- in a good way! THANKS!
ShirleyW: Goes to show that one treatment does not fit all. I understand your misery. Thanks for sharing!
flipper: A one-time janitor, I relate to the stress of incapacitating illness and inability to get to work. Likewise, my family helped when I was down and out, but for other reasons at the time. My first episode ever -- referred to in the OP -- was when I was 54. I can understand your thinking it was a stroke. Like you said, you wouldn't wish vertigo on your worst enemy. And to think, yours lasted that long! Thanks for telling your story -- a good but scary one!
je.suis.oisif: You've seen it, then, first hand. So sorry about your daughter's suffering. Thank you.
LisaRose: Your husband was lucky he could pull over -- WHEW!!! What's maddening is going to a doc and finding nothing wrong. I was told by our therapy center to come in when you're having the attack -- SURE! But I get the point. Thanks!
greetings, fellow posters:.
wishing you well and offering my sympathy if you've ever experienced vertigo.
my neighbor is a physical therapist and told me about the epley maneuver, which i am now researching.. have you ever been through this hell of total incapacitation?.
Greetings, bobcat, LisaRose, nonjwspouse, and Sail Away, and thanks for sharing your experiences. They have been very helpful.
When I first experienced vertigo, some 13 years ago, I had no idea what put me on the floor, unmovable, for 10 hours. A friend brought me Dramamine, which helped. I don't even know how I contacted my friend -- the phone was dead.
Doc said it was a virus.
Appreciate your concern . . .
"charisma is a certain quality of an individual personality by virtue of which the person is set apart from ordinary people and treated as exceptional".
as a kid i was afraid of such charisma, as it was usually the quality i noticed elders, head masters, and parents had to exercise with unloving authority over me.. but now i think about it "charisma" doesn't need be only for people with authority.
" charisma" is something even we can have?
Yes, FHN, some individuals are alluring in spite of their plain looks (or unattractive looks).
Remember Fanny Brice's "My Man"?
"He's no hero out of books, and not much for looks, my man . . . but I love him so. . . ."
dear budgetarian grocery-buyers,.
i am an artist though hardly a starving artist.
some of my patrons kindly feed me and i do have my well-stocked freezer.
Thank you, bsmart and nonjwspouse, for bringing this back. Love your recipes!
I still am strrrretttccchhhing my food $s!