Bonnie, This is an original perspective on the idea that adversity helps us to grow, and that despite our emotional pain, we are still capable of giving. I'm thinking of all those stories about people who have lost someone very dear - particularly a child, and who then turn around and try to create something positive from their tragedy.
Such beautiful thoughts, Bonnie!! And a lovely photo!!! This post brings such peace, and tranquility...and hope! Love you! Janine XO
Thank you Bonnie. As a broken-hearted one, I thank you.
Thank you. I needed to read this today.
Thanks....I needed that.♥S
We all have a piece of us that walks that line between broken and healing.Loved your heartfelt words, my friend~Calli
that is so beautiful. you are such a wonderful writer with words of wisdom.thanks for sharing.
and spread it on think...love this one!
Very well written, Bonnie, as always. As an old walnut myself, you always wonder if what's inside is really worth all of that hard shell around it. Glad to be here yet again....EFH
I love you Bonnie.xoxoxo
What a beautiful way to look at a broken heart. Very wise.Cheers!JulieJulie Magers Soulen PhotographyBlog of Note
I love this and so true...finding the love of self...much love
Love it. My heart is a bit broken today, so these words hit home. Thank you, dear one.
THanks for that, Bonnie. Ah, self-love...Why is it so hard to do? (NOT a Neil Sadaka song...) :p) Hugs to you! I miss my blogland! I'm so crazy busy at work. I work in the same room as my two bosses, (seriously..) so can't even slip in an glimpse at the blogs except on weekends. Sigh. I need to practice some self love this week and post a blog. Wait, that didn't sound right. But you know what I mean. :p)
Such truth so beautifully told, Bonnie. I love the concept that it's the armour that is broken, not the heart itself. I do know that place. 2005 took a sledgehammer to the armour. And I truly thank God for for that year, as painful as it was. One can't see outside the armor very well, yes? So to bask in that healing love inside as well as see the love all around me was a double blessing. Beautiful post!
Absolutely perfect! It's such an important message, and so beautifully written.Thank you!Hugs,Angela
That has also been my experience, I just didn't know that it is generally realized. Hard and bitter lessons, dark and desperate times have left me hurt, angry and often in great pain, but they have never been able to touch the essential 'me', what I call my core. That has remained inviolate. Perhaps I had to learn that over the years, or perhaps natural resilience made me grow stronger over the years; I no longer know. As a professional, you may have greater knowledge of the forces that make us who we are. I often find myself in agreement with you; all that means is, surely, that we all suffer in similar ways and have to learn the same lessons.What is more, not one of us can do someone else's suffering for them nor can we preserve anyone from the pain.Bonnie, I love the way you make me think; could we have a cheerful conundrum next?
I just read 21 past posts in your blog that I had missed while I was away on my trip to France. I had a great time reading your thought provoking posts, looking at your beautiful pictures, paintings and finding new poems. I learned about JW – I knew almost nothing about this organization. In France I read in the newspapers that there were two different opinions on the JW, one from the Ministry of the Interior which considers them a “cultural association” and the other from the Parliamentary Commission on Cults : “ considère que les Témoins de Jéhovah sont une secte et que des enfants y sont victimes de « maltraitance psychologique ». The translation would be that the Commission considers Jehovah Witnesses a sect where children are victims of psychological ill-treatment.” From reading your post I agree with this last Parliamentary Commission. I also agree with you that fundamentalist religions like to keep their people ignorant and I found that people who were the most bigoted, at least here in the South, had the least education or intellectual curiosity. I feel so sorry for the children who are indoctrinated in these type of religions and do not have the real l”freedom” that the US advertizes all his citizens enjoy. The other thing I don’t understand in this country is that you are free but you cannot hurt someone else, like kill your neighbor, but if this is your religious belief then you can keep your child from having a blood transfusion and endanger his life and it’s OK? Is that right? I also now would like to read the biography of André Agassian (my cousin told me he is part Armenian and this is his real name, is that true?) The way you talk about his father, he must be, because Armenian fathers are very powerful and demanding– I know that from experience (I have not been able to talk about my father in my blog yet, but may be in the future…) Well I have spent a long time with you and it was a pleasure but it’s almost 1 AM here so, bonsoir.
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