No story so divine
never was love, dear King
never was grief like thine
This is my friend,
in whose sweet praise
I all my days
could gladly spend.
Jesus cried out ....
.......and died ....
.... and the curtains of the Temple
where torn ........
So came the reflection to me
in my 'next to the Market' Church
No separation now
none of this 'priest one side (next to God)
humans the other side
(next to no-body)'
This last breath act made it
no separateness
no VIP's
No ordinary humans
Freedom for all
that act of freedom
like the Passover
celebrating the freedom from Egypt
from Slavery there
was here delivered in that cry
that last breath
Freedom makes me weep
see the blog below with a hyper-link
to a short uTube thing
I dislike the word 'control'
love the word 'freedom'
I want to live to be a facilitator
that means 'helper'
never 'control'
always
striving
for
freedom ..........
I often cannot tell you about the work I do
the humans I love with/work with
I would not betray their confidence/confidentiality
but I can share this ............ a group work reflection::
I recall sitting in a group of beautiful humans and scanning the circle .....
Someone leaving next week and looking good ....... from a hell of a life.
Someone messed up and ugly ..... feelings that is. I think beautiful.
Someone not speaking but involved in everything else.
Someone chocked and saying, gagging on the words, "my mother died".
Someone stumbling to link words together without making any sense.
Someone looking rough but the mind still alive and saying real things about life.
Someone with eyes that match the chemicals of the day.
Someone fresh-out from spliffing plenty.
Someone, no two, hanging around, staying within earshot but moving all the time.
Someone who said "I am happier now than ever".
Someone who has been rejected by parents and determined to get life together.
Someone once an addict to heroin, and a street sleeper, last week drunk and this week looking smart and clean and clear headed........
A group of late night humans are sitting around and me trying to forge some sense of cohesion.
Young uns age sixteen and a few a little older.
They have lived a life too vivid for a soap opera.
I know so many have never been so close to humans in such a mashed state and.......... I love em.
We talk,
I facilitate - with all my might, gentle-like, - to have them settle down and focus, and we do .... eventually.
Out comes real stories, life experiences, of a 'down time' in their life.
We all have them eh?
This was facilitated by using a new blob tool-figure drawing sketched today by my own hand.
But anyone can read this paper ..... no words you see!
Once the first person opened up and was honest, the rest followed with ever increasing honesty and openness.
We ended again with sharing a positive each.
Never do I want to re-enforce the negative and hopelessness ..........
'hope' is a vital concept
and essential dream
even though it maybe only about one step,
the next step.
I feel good because it was tough going at times
but
a developmental experience for all of us
- including me
always me ..............
a taste of freedom seems to me ...
a step
an experience .......
.
