tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729738823205484539.post4036352689736129122..comments2022-03-27T03:13:17.517-06:00Comments on A Voice In The Desert: Survival, Awareness & Breaking Free - Part 5Jeannette Alteshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06574051760314762024noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729738823205484539.post-50360410502825636392008-04-16T10:18:00.000-06:002008-04-16T10:18:00.000-06:00KRL~I get it. This is the first time I have been a...KRL~<BR/>I get it. This is the first time I have been able to make a 'cohesive' story-line. There is so much I have left out...<BR/><BR/>I'm glad this is helping you. Really. Thank you.<BR/><BR/>The passage in Ezekiel is in chapter 37. ;-)<BR/><BR/>You're welcome. I get the 'glimmers,' too. It gets easier. Still scary, still painful, but easier.Jeannette Alteshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06574051760314762024noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5729738823205484539.post-34968384902811521832008-04-16T07:33:00.000-06:002008-04-16T07:33:00.000-06:00Wow. Again, I can almost script my own life (diff...Wow. Again, I can almost script my own life (different details), using your story as an outline.<BR/><BR/>Ok. Working on stringing my thoughts together so I can post a comment or two. Bear with me.<BR/><BR/>Several times in my life I have wanted to write my own story...which has only lead to frustration. My attempts to 'get it on paper'...all of it....was simply to purge myself of it once and for all. My frustration has been due to an effort to find cohesion. I kept trying to write facts that made sense....events that happened in context...in short, 'good reading material'...even if the story was tragic. I would give up when everything came out jumbled and cofusing and seemingly unrelated to the last event. Arrrggghhhh. I figured I just couldn't write. Period.<BR/><BR/>NOW, it is coming to me....(after reading your story)....OUR LIVES WERE FRAGMENTED!!! No wonder I couldn't write it cohesively! My life consisted of a jumble of bones from a skeleton....each bone seperated from the whole, picked clean, and thrown to the wind. It had no 'connective tissue' to hold it together! Wow. Shivvers. Each discarded 'bone' is a story itself....a 'record' of abuse and a fragmentation of my life. Why on earth I thought I could write anything BUT the 'fragments' of my life escapes me.<BR/><BR/>Well. Duh. I think I can write my story now. Give attention to each 'bone'....and begin the 'assembly'. Something is reminding me of Ezekial...The Valley of Bones...I'm going to look that up. <BR/><BR/>I hope this wasn't too random and obscure...but I just had to write to thank you, Katherine. I am getting some glimmers. I can live on glimmers, ya know? You are courageous....I can't say that enough.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com