Wednesday, November 12, 2003

Feelings hmmm.
I believe in them.
I have them.
Will not ignore them.
It is they that make us human.

Read this...........................................

"Cynthia wanted some peace.
She boarded up her windows.
Lined her walls with egg cartons.
She blocked the chimney and ripped the phone off the wall.
It didn't work.
The bass from her neighbour's stereo came through the foundations.
A helicopter chopped her quiet into coleslaw.
Cynthia upped the ante.
She inserted ear plugs and covered them with ear muffs
Then she climbed into her bed and put a pillow over her head.
Only then did she become aware of the noise coming from the inside."

This is a discussion starter for a group. The over-talked each other. They were full of feelings. Full of noise.

If you think about it in reference to yourself, it will make you dig deep. It will bring up stuff from the past and the present.
Can you imagine what it is like when your parents were addicts during all your known life? When the ones who are traditionally known to be consistent loving influences in families, have always been in reverse gear? When you have been brought up with racist venom?

The objective of all this group work is for people to share and find out that ........'I, me!!,...... am not alone with feelings and experiences. I do not need to have this particular mask on with this particular group of people.' It is about self. It is about others. It is about communication. It is about self-worth.

In my terms, my objectives, it is about the kingdom coming. It is about Shalom.

Dear Prince of Shalom, I offer you some special unique beautiful precious valuable humans ..........................................