Have ya' ever wondered why our "party blurts" bring in the crickets? I have. It seems to happen when our reality sounds incredulous to our listeners. Like Twilight Zone weird. What can be said to "weird"? First silence, then discomfort, then someone mercifully changes the subject. People meander away. There's no comfort offered, no solutions. And we end up persecuting ourselves internally, making the cry for help seem shameful and falling deeper into the "what's wrong with me?" error of the whole situation.
What if, just go with me here, what if our need to "blurt" comes from a feeling of drowning in a reality that no one else can comprehend? What if the desperation for a floatation device in the form of compassion or the as yet unrealized common sense solution we haven't been able to think of is offered? Imagine that. Then come back into yourself and see that spilling all the shit in joke form comes out, well, badly.
Being Christian doesn't require "enduring all things no matter what". Should the bloody and beaten woman stay? Should the verbally harmed children learn to be just like mommy and daddy and search for that for themselves someday? Because they will.
I could list hundreds of bad reasons to stay, like "for the kids." I did. Such a bad, bad idea. Truth be told, I was afraid. Didn't believe I could make it on my own... believed the distortions that prince charming chanted... believed in the illusion. Finally, I had to ask, "What was God's Will?" I ran from answering that for years.
To those hearing the crickets, now, accept my apology, but some things have to be said. Maybe not at the office Christmas party. I'm learning to choose and use the rare occasions where it's required. Crowds continue to thin out when I do and that's just fine. They weren't my people, anyway.
I am sorry to read of your troubles. From what little I know of them, you have it very, very tough. My prayers are with you. I'm reading your materials and drawing a lot of inspiration from them. Godspeed.
I was thinking exactly what Karen voiced- they’re not your people then. And it’s fine to work alongside them, but if you want to breathe fresh air, you’ve gotta step out into your element.
And “sell by date”? Try fermenting crap- it’s really the source of life. You can’t have sauerkraut or alcohol or even a well fertilized garden without it. We’ve pasteurized our own lives beyond recognition, and it doesn’t do a body good. Of course there’s a science of sorts to fermenting- it’s not all wild growth, but when you let life ferment wild, you get a much tastier product.
Have ya' ever wondered why our "party blurts" bring in the crickets? I have. It seems to happen when our reality sounds incredulous to our listeners. Like Twilight Zone weird. What can be said to "weird"? First silence, then discomfort, then someone mercifully changes the subject. People meander away. There's no comfort offered, no solutions. And we end up persecuting ourselves internally, making the cry for help seem shameful and falling deeper into the "what's wrong with me?" error of the whole situation.
What if, just go with me here, what if our need to "blurt" comes from a feeling of drowning in a reality that no one else can comprehend? What if the desperation for a floatation device in the form of compassion or the as yet unrealized common sense solution we haven't been able to think of is offered? Imagine that. Then come back into yourself and see that spilling all the shit in joke form comes out, well, badly.
Being Christian doesn't require "enduring all things no matter what". Should the bloody and beaten woman stay? Should the verbally harmed children learn to be just like mommy and daddy and search for that for themselves someday? Because they will.
I could list hundreds of bad reasons to stay, like "for the kids." I did. Such a bad, bad idea. Truth be told, I was afraid. Didn't believe I could make it on my own... believed the distortions that prince charming chanted... believed in the illusion. Finally, I had to ask, "What was God's Will?" I ran from answering that for years.
To those hearing the crickets, now, accept my apology, but some things have to be said. Maybe not at the office Christmas party. I'm learning to choose and use the rare occasions where it's required. Crowds continue to thin out when I do and that's just fine. They weren't my people, anyway.
I am sorry to read of your troubles. From what little I know of them, you have it very, very tough. My prayers are with you. I'm reading your materials and drawing a lot of inspiration from them. Godspeed.
I was thinking exactly what Karen voiced- they’re not your people then. And it’s fine to work alongside them, but if you want to breathe fresh air, you’ve gotta step out into your element.
And “sell by date”? Try fermenting crap- it’s really the source of life. You can’t have sauerkraut or alcohol or even a well fertilized garden without it. We’ve pasteurized our own lives beyond recognition, and it doesn’t do a body good. Of course there’s a science of sorts to fermenting- it’s not all wild growth, but when you let life ferment wild, you get a much tastier product.