Thank you for that reply . .: Thank you for that reply . . . it is so very well composed that it actually ministers to my soul, and I have done a screenshot of it to keep in my most precious file. On this day that celebrates the Epiphany and the Theopany at the Jordan River, your words are especially validatory to me.
Breaking free from the: Breaking free from the oppressive shadow of your parents and embarking on a path of self-realization is a remarkable achievement. The comparison to the country's gradual process of organizing itself resonates deeply, highlighting that personal growth and finding one's identity can be a gradual, yet immensely rewarding journey.
It's heartening to hear that, despite the challenges and the time it took, you have become closer to the person you aspired to be back in the summer of 1976. Considering this transformation as answered prayer speaks to the strength of your faith and the perseverance you've shown in navigating your path.
This is a rather complex and: This is a rather complex and maybe confli emotions... the metaphors are interesting again with dual perspectives... since the costers and the plastic they protect what's valuable... but yet it's seems under a negative light which I am sure in your intent... but not clear... is it a poem about liberation or being submissive... Orishaman!
I think this is very good: I think this is very good advice. My sense of identity separated from my parents' oppresive shadow during my senior year, and on July 10th, 1976, the separation was completed; ironically, in the month of our nation's two hundredth anniversary of independence. And just as the country groped to organize itself over several years, so I have spent decades to do so. But I am more what I wanted to be, in the summer of 1976, than I was at that time. and I consider this to be answered prayer.
I smell freedom! Everyone: I smell freedom! Everyone should be freed of such toxic relationships. Sounds like a dream but the sentiment is genuine, speaking from experience as well.
My heartfelt gratitude goes: My heartfelt gratitude goes out to you. I'm not sure how I responded to your comment with that. It was meant to be on a different post altogether. But, it doesn't appear to have caused much confusion. Perhaps the grieving process is a fluid one in that it seems to change and have nuanced distinctions with each case. Thanks for the comfort brought by your much appreciated words.
First . . . nothing you send: First . . . nothing you send me is ever a bother. I am sorry for the present loss, the separation that hurts, but will eventually be repaired in Heaven. You are right about connecting well, and I am glad and grateful to the Lord that you and I have connected through this site. I have prayed for you, that the sense of shrivelling will be assuaged. And although I am clumsy in expressing the right words at a time like this, my heart and motive are sincere..
For some we connect but once: For some we connect but once and that once may not be enough, so the onus on us is to connect well. Sad news from Texas, just a few hours ago; my first cousin (60) died suddenly, her brother, my other cousin, having passed 30 years ago after returning home from serving in the Gulf War. The last time we were in a room together was in 1978 a few days before they left for Austin. Part of me has shrivelled away. Sorry to bother.
This is a MARVELOUS: This is a MARVELOUS invitation, and I applaud the beauty of your language. I am thankful for this site, and the internet in general, that has allowed me to connect to your work.
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