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i tried to find where it is the pics are of me and my family.  they always allude me when i want to blog them.  the one with me, my daughter, my granddaughter who is the mother of the child above.

i looked tonight for the picture of my grandson and my daughter, his mother, at his graduation from High School.  

oh well but the point was,  i have a mixed family.  

so when i look at my grandchildren's faces,  not only do i see something of myself in them but i see myself as brown.  

and today i look into the faces of the young people in the news and i see my family.   

and to say i am broken hearted is to say really nothing that expresses my deep deep grief about this country i find myself living in.  

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  1. wendy Avatar
    wendy

    This is eloquent. My heart goes out to you, Grace.

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  2. grace Avatar
    grace

    it just seems to go deeper and deeper lately
    and life is so simple, really

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  3. wendy Avatar
    wendy

    Somehow or other, there is a lot that goes on that does not keep up with the awesome, complex and difficult work of being properly human with one another. It is hard, difficult work, BUT it is also what humans should be able to do, and do effortlessly. Life is most magnificent in its simplicity. If you know what I mean.

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  4. Minka Avatar

    Beautiful boy.
    When some of the children are not safe, all of the children are not safe . . . we are all at risk.

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  5. patricia Avatar

    i studied these photos long and hard. in awe. the expression on Julian’s face. the looking into. the seeing into. his focus. demeanor. his inner world there for the outer world to see so clearly. an indigo child. and for me, dear Grace, there is a world of hope simply because he IS. and one more thing. the flower. on the table. a sunflower? i wondered. so enlarged the image and see paints and peaches perhaps. and his face, enlarged–again the eyes of course, filled me with such a sense of peace. then there’s the foot. the right foot. firmly supporting the rays of the sun. and the right hand. reaching some where we’ll never see. unless we live to be 100. so we just don’t know, do we? but he does.
    i reread this comment and am thinking that perhaps i’m getting a bit “out there.” but no. it’s o.k. because when i first read your post my initial feeling was of alarm. i clicked to the news thinking “did something ELSE happen while i was sleeping?” it didn’t appear so. the new(s) was old. same stuff.
    so then i studied buddha child. and thought–no. this isn’t the same old same old. this is different. this is the face of HOPE.
    much love to you.

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  6. jude Avatar

    i wonder if it is the same everywhere?

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  7. patricia Avatar

    i’ve studied this face. enlarged it. stared into his eyes. the flower. the sun on his right foot and hand. indigo buddha child. and he gives me hope.

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  8. Mo Crow Avatar

    hmmm… this helps
    “There is but one world and everything that is imaginable is necessary to it. For this world also which seems to us a thing of stone and flower and blood is not a thing at all but is a tale. And all in it is a tale and each tale the sum of all lesser tales and yet these are also the selfsame tale and contain as well all else within them. So everything is necessary. Every least thing. This is the hard lesson. Nothing can be dispensed with. Nothing despised. Because the seams are hid from us, you see. The joinery. The way in which the world is made. We have no way to know what could be taken away. What omitted. We have no way to tell what might stand and what might fall. And those seams that are hid from us are of course in the tale itself and the tale has no abode or place of being except in the telling only and there it lives and makes its home and therefore we can never be done with the telling. Of the telling there is no end. And in whatever place by whatever name or by no name at all, all tales are one. Rightly heard all tales are one.”
    – Cormac McCarthy
    The Crossing
    via Whiskey River
    http://whiskeyriver.blogspot.com.au/2013/07/there-is-but-one-world-and-everything.html
    Oh & see Johnny Depp in The Lone Ranger, he holds the good crow medicine, the film goes into the deep magic on many levels & haven’t laughed so much in years!

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  9. Dee Avatar

    I share the feeling.

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  10. Vicky Avatar

    Does he like hugs? because i would want to hug him every chance i could.

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  11. Michelle in NYC Avatar

    Seeing him sitting at the table with that intelligent, penetrating gaze, and sitting in the hay working on a spatial problem with those pudgy and dexterous fingers, just melts my heart. I can almost smell the goats and the dust and the love…yes…I think I can smell the love…see that vibration within the frame, and almost hear it too. It’s like wind in the grass, bells in the distance, and like a heartbeat.

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  12. KAMFreeman Avatar

    Grace
    Your words..thoughts..speak volumes of love and appreciation for all flowing out from you…one, just one of the many threads that make your just being a life that fill me with much to think about, much delicious, soul stirring meanderings…much appreciation for the open process you share.
    This beautiful young man..a boy child of deep thoughts and ooooh, I just want to hold him and read a couple of good stories to him and sing him some songs…a gem, a most lovely, beautiful, sweet jewel in the family crown of Grace.
    an aside of sorts…I have photos of you with daughter and granddaughter, photos of granddaughter and of grandson when he graduated…tried a direct forward of the e-mails on file here.. if they do not work, I will try another means of getting them to you.
    Namaste,
    Kristin

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  13. grace Forrest Avatar

    Kristin…how amazing you have these somehow in your own computer…
    just so tender and beautiful for me to know this. and yes…i
    DID receive them today and yes…they are still somewhere in the
    bowels of this computer…i just can’t get to them when i am here
    on this typepad blog format. but i thank you beyond thanks for
    sending them…to know that they meant enough at some point to be
    kept…so far away from where i am, from where each pictured is…
    LOVE and i mean that. LOVE to you…

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  14. jennann Avatar
    jennann

    I have struggled with this so very much – what do I tell my children to keep them safe? Telling them they are in danger because of the color of their skin breaks my heart and robs all of us of so very much…

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  15. grace Forrest Avatar

    and even if it cannot be done effortlessly, it’s the
    work we are given to do. in any way we can.
    and it can be magnificant. i see that too, all the time

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  16. grace Forrest Avatar

    these are the truest of True Words
    we are all at risk

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  17. grace Forrest Avatar

    i hope for hope for him
    i don’t know.

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  18. grace Forrest Avatar

    what?….the casual cruelty we inflict on one another?
    i think, probably so. but i also at some point thought
    that we might be moving beyond that…might be developing
    some ability to live with less cruelty.

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  19. grace Forrest Avatar

    Mo…there is only that to accept, that there is reason.
    but there is also for me the thing of possible CHANGE
    and maybe that is part of our purpose, to CHANGE?

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  20. grace Forrest Avatar

    yes…i know you would

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  21. grace Forrest Avatar

    sort of. he’s not much for gushiness. he likes the
    occasional hug that arises from something he can identify.

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  22. grace Forrest Avatar

    yes. a spatial problem. yes.
    and yes. there ARE bells…they hang in the Goat pens
    and they ring them by mouthing them or fooling with their
    strings that tie them to the fences.
    HEARTBEAT…yes. this is a photograph of a HEARTBEAT…
    beautiful words you give to this

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  23. grace Forrest Avatar

    i have thought about this constantly since i read it.
    We are ALL in danger. this is what i would tell them.
    this is what i would tell Julian. this in some way was
    what i told my children, then my daughter’s children.
    We are All in danger by our cruelty to one another. by
    our scapegoating. by our not taking this human life
    seriously. We Rob humanity.
    and I could use my own father as an example, thereby
    giving some credence to my words. my father was a person
    who derived some sense of satisfaction by his cruelty by
    his ugliness over racial and cultural differences. and
    WHO exactly was ugly? Who exactly was cruel? the brown
    or yellow ones? no…my dad. and they could see that.
    and then there was my mother who in her own way was Cruel.
    for her, it was Only Christians. and further, only Baptist Christians.
    somehow, i could see these things as a very young child.
    i could see the toxin in them. recognized it. didn’t
    BUY it. knew there was something else, some other way
    that people Are, can Be.
    so…you have to trust them too. it’s like innate in us
    i think, the knowing of the Truth. but we choose it or
    we do not. that will be up to them.
    and also…they know more than you might think they do.
    i am sure of that. they have already felt things, veiled
    or blatant. they know.

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  24. handstories Avatar

    the innocence and trust in these photos is heart touching.
    I’m sorry Grace, for all of us.
    deep love to you.

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  25. grace Forrest Avatar

    it’s a responsibility of all of us in this Country if we care

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  26. mimmin Avatar
    mimmin

    he looks natural and true
    so thoughtful and calm
    a gorgeous wee person
    this is painful
    so much needless hate in the world

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  27. grace Avatar

    and he looks…Plump. putting it gently. We looked and looked at that…we are not a plump family, and when his mother moved away from his Extended Family who are from Tailand, we understood. This year,
    when he is 4 going on 5, he is much more wirey, like the rest of us. Thai people love to cook. Love to eat. Love to feed. He was the result of that in these pics. But his “energy” always was of us.
    Thoughtfull. Curious. and yes, sure of himself.
    Needless hate. yes.

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