to those who i no longer have connections with,  ie from my old life,  that somehow find it a good thing to have opinions about what i write or do not write here:   i welcome responses of any kind HERE.  or,  second best,  email.   but preferably here.   i write what i write because i have come to believe over the years that what is considered to be Unspeakable,  ie Shameful   because it somehow tarnishes a "normal"  facade,  becomes toxic to a society….emphasizing a sense of  "people like me/people like them.  Suffering is Common to all of us.  …or maybe not,  maybe some people have no contact with suffering….  But most of us do.  If not in our own families,  then  a  friend,  a neighbor,  someone loved in their community.   Honesty,  Honest Love,  is the antidote.   and Telling is a part of that.

So,  if you are out there reading and having feelings,  please share them here.   This place is a Loving Open Community of souls.   Put it here.   

 

 

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18 responses to “just sayin”

  1. Elizabeth Avatar

    Hello grace, just sending love and respect. Speaking or writing publicly is a risk, so keep well and keep writing, it is a daily reminder to me to think things through and to enjoy what is here.

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  2. Elizabeth Avatar

    Look! I posted a comment! I haven’t been able to do this for ages.

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  3. grace Avatar

    YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    i have trouble with yours too…i wanted to comment on the
    beauty FULL wedding photograph for one…..

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  4. grace Avatar

    yes and i think of this when commenting other places.
    and well, i don’t know.
    but i am Very Happy to find you here!!!!!!!
    Love,

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  5. Martine Bos Avatar

    Grace….beloved Grace……….who are we if we cannot be and speak who we are?

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  6. grace Forrest Avatar

    well…in its way it is a legitimate thing….
    to talk publicly about heartache that involves others, but
    really…for me it is another heartache to Pretend. That
    while really challenging things are happening, to hide them
    in silence, to not give the light of day.
    Things can change and grow in the light of day…..hidden,
    they cry.

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  7. Martine Bos Avatar

    Yes………and we can always chose. Give it away or hold it for ourselves.
    I’d like to hold for myself…….

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  8. Nancy Avatar

    I like to consider “Whose story is it?” This is something I learned long ago. It is not always my story to tell, even if I have feelings about it. Therefore I choose to err on the side of not saying in the light that person(s) whose story it is may be hurt. I know I am not stating this clearly today. But it is my reason for not putting it all out there all the time. My own feelings about my own stuff…well I guess I am free to choose how I share that too πŸ™‚

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  9. grace Avatar

    yes. i have thought that and done that for some things.
    and maybe i need to do it more.
    am thinking right now that i just might need to be quiet here
    for a While. Just be quiet.
    thinking that.

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  10. Jan Avatar
    Jan

    Grace, sometimes telling the truth is exhausting. because of the resistance or reaction it generates. I am caught by your words “from my old life”. . .guard your own energy and good spirits. . .but don’t allow people who hide in the past to silence you in the present. You always present whatever is going on in loving and honest terms and we all need to be that plainspoken and sensitive. love you. . .

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  11. grace Avatar

    i love you back.
    From Mo’s good response:
    “And then you believe these thoughts. You essentially construct a version of yourself that can just as easily be changed according to what you tell yourself, what you choose to think. Everyone can question their thoughts, your experience of a situation does not make the situation true.”
    Erin Keys
    note her name…keys
    i think i do. Loving and honest and in the interest of the Whole.
    ?
    maybe need to think.
    i love you Back……

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  12. sue Avatar

    hi grace, I have never commented here before but I just wanted to say I love coming here to read your posts and see your creations. thank you for sharing all you do here.

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  13. debbie.weaver Avatar

    Beautiful post Grace, made me feel sad for some reason. I love the honesty of your posts, sharing your life on these pages is much appreciated by those who find it hard to share feelings.

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  14. Mo Crow Avatar

    Erin’s post about Absence is brilliant, here’s the link
    http://erinkeys.com/category/blog/

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  15. saskia Avatar

    thank you
    just knowing you are here, makes me feel grateful and happy
    less alone

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  16. joy in az Avatar

    This is your art form. It is whatever you choose. It has holy power. You find meaning in Whatever Happens. Can there be a more sacred task.

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  17. handstories Avatar

    late to the party, but wanted to say…that I value honesty and expression of true more than ANYthing, it’s the only way to know where you are. which is why I love coming here, because you notice/share/soak in SO much of where you are in your moments. Mr. Rogers talked about how important it was to make feelings mentionable, because if you can mention it, you can manage it. ox

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  18. Michelle in NYC Avatar

    Ah Grace! Here is something I haven’t shared yet:
    Manhatta Morning
    I wake before the sun knows I’m here.
    Here on this stony place erroneously called ‘Island’,
    this isthmus where men construct only to deconstruct,
    and endlessly, for that sort of passion can not be sated.
    Below us, the hard slate of ancient glaciers halt is also
    being excavated relentlessly propelled by their necessity.
    They who do these architectural deeds so dutifully
    carry forward a host of reasons by word of mouth
    from the vaults of authorities they scarcely recall.
    Their fathers fathers fathers set those neural codes
    like prison bars, binding, incarcerating every heart.
    Meanwhile, a steady rain is soaking everything.
    The sleepless City. towers rise above us all around,
    higher and higher by the hour straining the ground.
    Elsewhere a poor hobo falcon nests anew each night,
    goes roosting where owners can not charge him rent
    his avian vision of a future is moving, never spent.
    There is one nest site humans have dominion over.
    To be or not is in litigation over their right to let it be.
    The falcon makes no legislation, nor pays a single bribe.
    His fealty to nature his only agenda, just one of a tribe
    that needs a nest, to mate, and hunt to feed the progeny.
    What once was lifted might suddenly fall..
    Me? I’m a thin thought before the day begins with
    one incessant blue jays call, before the answering call,
    before the neighbors wake and wish for what they want,
    before the church bells taunt the faithless and the faithful,
    before the broad cacophony of commerce takes the stage.
    Inspiration
    {http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/182226}

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