LETTERS TO STRANGERS
...WORDS I HAVE POSTED PUBLICALLY IN VARIOUS PLACES IN RESPONSE TO OTHERS WORDS...
...a friend is a stranger waiting to be met...
My Writing
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LETTERS TO STRANGERS
...WORDS I HAVE POSTED PUBLICALLY IN VARIOUS PLACES IN RESPONSE TO OTHERS WORDS...
...a friend is a stranger waiting to be met...
My Writing
January 22, 2000
wow... ummmm... I write to express myself... to figure things out... to understand my experiences... and to imagine whatever I might imagine... I share what I write hoping someone might find some worth in the reading... and you've given me just what I share the words for...
not just the praise (though it feels wonderful)... but the understanding... and your own expression of what I was trying to express myself... this is, for me, communication and the essense of writing...
>i notice you also have several other postings and I can not wait to
>read thes also, but i have to go out of town today and won't be back
>till tomorrow. Before I left though, i wanted to asnwer a few posts
>but also to comment on this work of art for to me it is this and
>spoken straight from the soul.
>
I realized how reflective of the "ASL family" some of the words I write about conflicts and abuses can be... and in many ways the disfunctions I read here help me reflect on the real life I've lived and others I've known... this one is very personal for me...
>When I read it I got the feeling how sad it is we leave the child's
>perspective to be "grown up" like all the others. In leaving, we find
>the hostilities which conflict with our inner want to still possess
>the qualities of children. These, to be loved and held gently and
>supported but not to be criticized for faults to which sometimes we
>have no control.
>
and wore, the children are often punished for still having what adults have given up... under the guise of protecting them or teaching them, adults patronize them and take away what's most precious...
>So heck, then we suddenly are old and there seems no one who wishes to
>run up to us in the grocery store and think us cute or hug us and
>treat us as precious as we are. The great human folly of all times!
>To grow old and lonely... but why?!
>
I think it's called maturity... or being proper ladies and gentlemen... but I think it's just embarrassment and worrying about what other people think more than about how we feel...
>This old does not make us greater but maybe a little wiser. It does
>not make us sweeter to the touch but only longing for it with a
>greater knowledge of desire. But ric sir, you have said it all.
>
you're generous... and I thank you...
>I do not think we must follow the pattern of our ill-fated ancestors
>and continue down the same lonely path as one. Not to forget how
>spontaneous a child is in reaching out for others or crying out when
>needing to be needed. In fact we all need each other. And isn't
>this what life is truly all about?
>
I think so... many will defend the status quo at all costs though... this is why I try to keep children in my life - to learn from them - to remind me they know more than I've forgotten...
>Great job!! Hope all is well within you... for you possess the
>sensitivity to not only see and feel with your eyes but with your soul
>as well.
>
the "Family" trilogy I shared yesterday was inspired mostly by my personal experiences with "family" and more specifically, my understanding of the abuses so many perform in the name of family... the first two were written trying to understand the abusers perspective, something I had to do in order to forgive... the line "family forgives everything" in this one was given to me by a precious child I'll always consider one of mine... even if most outgrow the truth, it remains truth...
>Always,
>this cloud
>
thank you much for these words... and for sharing yourself with me...
honest love, ric
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