I am always heartened, jp, when a well-expressed thought carries a sufficient emotional content of empathy and caring so as to touch the heart.
You succeed.
on grief and loss.
each and every tear is a memory.
and when you feel so intensely all that you have lost, you are also remembering everything that you have had.
I am always heartened, jp, when a well-expressed thought carries a sufficient emotional content of empathy and caring so as to touch the heart.
You succeed.
greetings, dreamers:.
i guess it's never going away: daytime carryovers of jw-related stuff seeping into my dreams.. the majority of these dreams take place at conventions but with really weird trappings.
last night i dreamed i arrived at the site with no books, no lunch, nothing but my car keys.
Thanks, OC and jp, for your thoughts and experiences.
It all helps, in order to analyze and to understand. If not, well, just to go along for the ride.
DANG -- almost every night!
Best regards.
on grief and loss.
each and every tear is a memory.
and when you feel so intensely all that you have lost, you are also remembering everything that you have had.
Well put, jp:
Yesterday, I told a friend that I have finally received a balance -- a perspective -- in my emotional outlook, one tempered by reason and logic. I am saddened by loss but no longer consumed by the attendant grief. There have been so many blessings.
Thanks.
greetings, dreamers:.
i guess it's never going away: daytime carryovers of jw-related stuff seeping into my dreams.. the majority of these dreams take place at conventions but with really weird trappings.
last night i dreamed i arrived at the site with no books, no lunch, nothing but my car keys.
Greetings, dreamers:
I guess it's never going away: daytime carryovers of JW-related stuff seeping into my dreams.
The majority of these dreams take place at conventions but with really weird trappings. Last night I dreamed I arrived at the site with no books, no lunch, nothing but my car keys. I found a seat and saved it with my car keys, telling the guy in the next seat that the keys were to my Porsche. They were there when I returned -- JWs are the most honest people on the planet (in your dreams).
A young sister, in company with her worldly father, named Punk (in reality, Pinky), asked me if it was all right to stand in the shade when out in service (it really gets hot here in the summer). Punk said she shouldn't be asking me since I was ten years out of the truth.
Some guy (I didn't recognize him, but he could've been in the movies) drove up to what had been my former home in a brand new Pontiac Grand Safari station wagon. It was loaded with all his belongings. He said he lost his home and had no where to go. A visiting JW relative told him the best thing to do was to go out in service.
An alien, from Alien: Covenant, climbed into my bed. Nothing happened. JWs are chaste.
Do you dream JW?
Below: the very Pontiac wagon from my dream:
Good to see you, John.
Snowbird has been here in the not too distant past. I miss her and recall your mutual interactions. I also miss Misanthropic. The face of our forum has changed but for the good.
I used to be "Errol Flynn."
Edited to add: I posted two years ago and mentioned Sylvia. Her health is tentative.
http://www.grammarbook.com/punctuation/quotes.asp .
would someone please make this link clickable?.
cc.
Old Man Winter is about to deliver a storm system so powerful it's being referred to as a "bomb cyclone," a "snow hurricane," or simply a "weather bomb," meteorologists warn.
absorbed though i am in the moment -- all alone in this merciless.
world -- yet i think of sweeter days, days when you, my faithful, loving.
companion were at my side, at the ready to meet my ever-pressing.
So very nice to see you again, Muddy Waters!
Thank you for your kind and most appreciated words!
absorbed though i am in the moment -- all alone in this merciless.
world -- yet i think of sweeter days, days when you, my faithful, loving.
companion were at my side, at the ready to meet my ever-pressing.
Absorbed though I am in the moment -- all alone in this merciless
world -- yet I think of sweeter days, days when you, my faithful, loving
companion were at my side, at the ready to meet my ever-pressing
needs: those of heart, body, soul.
Who took you from me? I cannot believe that you should, of your own
accord, slip away and leave me unattended, this fragile and wounded
man who loved you so deeply but erratically. I admit to my manifold
flaws.
Were the others who loved you aware of my urgent needs? Did they
insinuate themselves into your psyche and persuade you that your
unbridled devotion to me was, somehow, unhealthy?
It is by giving that we are renewed. Did you tire of attending to him
who had become -- surely, without question -- your reason to live?
It is not too late. Yet, if you cannot open that door and reenter into the
presence of our former reality, please come back to me in my dreams,
where my life has long since taken up lodging . . .
one of the most memorable, and beautiful, cinematic conclusions .
.. and beginnings?.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w2hnftqqko0.
Thanks, finallysomepride!
I can watch it on my pc since I don't have TV.
the jist was that we all should sing.
then the first 6 or 8 paragraphs describe how early bible accounts have trained and set aside musicians to do the singing while everyone else listened.. the songs they have put out have no soul, rhythm, or soothing melodies as a whole.
the old hymns are some real music, even if you don't agree with the "teachings".. there is no admission of poetry using archaic language at times for affect or to add to the rhyme, they have to have everything agree with the grey bible.. anyone speak foreign languages?
Yes, smiddy -- cringeworthy!