I've written for Literary Mama,The Imperfect Parent,Cool Cleveland,The Mad as Hell Club and a couple of anthologies. In a former life,I worked in radio news. I blog about one Hot Toddy,two great kiddos, spirituality,autism,
and anything else that strikes my fancy. I'm also a registered nurse. Thanks for stopping! Make yourself at home.
I put off watching this because I knew that it would be hard, and it was. It was also beautiful. I think that reason Jesus can love and forgive us,even the worst of us, is because he knows our story from its beginning. The first time I could truly feel compassion and forgive my father was when I held my baby son and realized that my dad had been that innocent once. I am always moved by the compassion that you offer to your father. You are like Natalie in the video, you've broken the circle. Hugs.
The saddest music I've ever seen. And possibly, the most important. Oh, to be able to break cycles of pain and regret. If we could only know our parents' past, and all its implications, how different things might look, and how differently we might all behave. Sigh.
5 comments:
Wow. Amazing video. Hugs and warm thoughts to you today.
Makes me cry.
*sigh* Oh those things we pass down in our pain, not even knowing how to name our pain...
Love to you my soul sister.
(hug)
:)
I put off watching this because I knew that it would be hard, and it was. It was also beautiful. I think that reason Jesus can love and forgive us,even the worst of us, is because he knows our story from its beginning. The first time I could truly feel compassion and forgive my father was when I held my baby son and realized that my dad had been that innocent once. I am always moved by the compassion that you offer to your father. You are like Natalie in the video, you've broken the circle. Hugs.
Sigh.
Love.
The saddest music I've ever seen. And possibly, the most important. Oh, to be able to break cycles of pain and regret. If we could only know our parents' past, and all its implications, how different things might look, and how differently we might all behave.
Sigh.
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