Made a statement in response to some words sent to me… silence incurs… the message being..? Imagine if you will a question that when answered quiets the questioner..? Is the point well taken or has the point fallen upon deaf ears..? I take it to mean… what silence in all ways means to me… I used to get really upset at silence… it hurt… bothered me… I felt I did some thing wrong to incur its bite… came to find out that most of the time… there was nothing the recipient wanted to say… they were content to have said their peace and leave it at that…so it goes… I am content to leave it as it is…
The point is taken and manipulated to get the best for both… the one pointed at as well as the one pointing… a balance of the give and the take… a lesson to learn and to teach…
Silence is a sword… double edged… it pierces the realm around one… opening them to questions… that fall in cascades of thought… the mind open to the many without answer… a response would soothe… there is the silence of words not needed… the perfect moment when one is at peace… and then there is the silence of disagreement… or of anger… when words need to be spoken… when compromise is longed for… silence in my world is a tool used to punish… except for the times one uses silence to clear ones mind and cultivate new and interesting thought…
The touch of a scent…upon ones nose… response… turns heads to see with closed eyes the image of the imagination come to life… busy we are in the daily trials… the setting up… the closing down… the care… the refreshing mint of content… yet pulled in all directions at once we flee to hold the hands that once held us… the trials we are… the recognition of who they have become… the logical mind screams… the peace filled mind sharpens the brushes… to dream is to dance upon the canvas… body encased in colors… a pallet itself… each step a transformation… a shimmering of hope… the scent fills the nose… and we step up to the take… charge write in… and put the place to those who are riding the last of the waves… it may be ages… or just long enough that it saps all of our sanity… or at least enough that we are capable of seeing the dance as one long passionate recipe for laughter… roll me in the pallet and let us play on the canvas… and I wonder what the portrait would be..?
Facts of the moment have a way of changing over time… the comfort one finds in a conversation leads to comforts of another sort… of another variety… the person we are this day turns and is suddenly captivated by the expressiveness of another’s eyes thought to be blind we are awakened to the new delight… obvious and elusive… facts change… the more we say know way… the more the mind finds ways to bring the forces to bare…
Know zing… to be… or knot to be… faith full to the old way of wishing for a sudden something in the air that plays across ones mind… attention to the detail of hue… a criteria missing from times past… presents itself… safe is the friend that provides benefits for they go home… they have their own way… their own criteria… separate… providing an incentive… encouraging a spark to fly into the embers… to heat up the mind… the heart… the soul… stirring the old youth filled ideas… pushing ones imagination further…know zing… interesting that even in that there is some thing…
At what point is medical technology prolonging the course of a life…? There must be a balance given… I am in favor of allowing decisions to be made by individuals… laws never seems to get it right… they are postured for and against… the ones closest to the situation know what is best… for all concerned… the answer is not a cut and dry statement of what is allowed… or knot… the answer is within the hearts of those involved… within reason they should be allowed to deal with tragedy as they can… as a society we should be providing encouragement and aid to them so that they can make the decision that is best for the patient… in this day and age we are capable of prolonging the cycle of life maybe even beyond what was intended… as witnesses to the unfolding tragedy… instead of providing the comfort and space required by the families we become participants… pushing our way inside what to me is a very private and personal matter… in life we learn to consider all that is possible and then make the best decisions we can… hope fully it is the decision that is best for all those involved…
In growing up an during my whole life, silence has been a very effective punishment. I hate it. It cuts deep to the bone for me. I have had recent occasions where it has made me weak. I don’t like to be weak and I don’t like the silence. But then, that is just me. One of my many weaknesses I need to overcome.
Zing..is very important, at least in my physical being.
I didn’t mean to be silent. I very much appreciated your words.. Things have been ugly and are getting worse. There seems to be no settling this ~ And it hurts. I only have the one daughter. and seems she has no desire to be anything but bitter and blame me for all her troubles. She goes on and on until I break.. I can’t take it..
I did think what you said was very beautiful and make a lot of sense. I just wish it were in her ability and mine to be adult to the point where we can accept what is ours. And see what belongs to who.. She wants and expects me to say that I am responsible for her feelings. I disagree.. I am NOT responsible for her feelings. I may be responsible for a lot of fucked up things but .. her feelings and her response as an adult is hers
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plus .. now It sound like i’m making excuses but I really have been sick. I have only left a word or two here or there. I have had a splitting head ache for a week
I am sorry.. I didn’t mean to offend or make you feel less than
You are a great friend.. I do appreciate your words.. Please don’t think I didn’t
I even saved them to a file
HUGS and more words
FORGIVENESS
Balance
ability
response
hers
mine
ours
pain
ache
health
weather
Love
tears
joy
endings