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i really enjoyed your poem,Alexandra
Alla
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Do you think it’s possible to save your own life? I mean if life itself is possible, life actually having given birth to possibility, then I suppose anything is possible as long as you are alive.
Thank you very much for your Books!!! They help me find My Way…
That which we pay attention to grows…
iata ca o intrebare imi tulbura mintea..acum,cand totul pare linistit,cand totul pare atat normal..o intrebare ma framante..”ce este iubirea?”.nu stiu daca pot sa raspund la aceasta intrebare,pentru ca iubirea este un mister..in viata noastra reusim doar sa atingem primul strat al unei sfere destul de compacte..dar iubirea adevarata se afla in miezul atat de indeparta al acesteia…nimeni nu poate descrie iubirea..pentru mine,a iubi inseamna a trai…eu nu numar anii petrecuti pe acest pamant..eu imi numarm momentele fericite,momentele in care am reusit sa iubesc,dar si sa fiu iubit…pentru mine asta conteaza..imi dau seama ca majoritatea oamenilor ma intreaba cati ani am..dar nimeni nu ma intreaba de cate ori am iubit..nimeni nu ma intreaba….cred ca eu,in aceasta viata,am iubit mul mai mult decat perioada in care trupul meu a calatorit pe acest pamant..am iubit si nu regret nimic… nimeni nu ma intreaba de cate ori am suferit..nimeni nu ma asculta atunci cand doresc sa vorbesc…toti vor sa afle de la mine ceea ce si ei cunosc..nimeni nu doreste sa afle noutati..nimeni nu doreste sa afle raspunsul la intrebarile sacre ale universului..pentru ca le este teama…oamenilor le este teama de un eventual raspuns care le-ar rani sufletul..dar,atata timp cat nu doresc sa afle raspunsul,fac cea mai mare greseala..pentru ca,in loc sa lupte pentru viata,ei renunta de la inceput..sufletul nu numai ca este ranit,dar dupa lungi perioade de singuratate isi gaseste sfarsitul…evitand contactul cu adevarul,sufletul pierde batalia cu trupul…desi trupul continua sa mai traiasca,sufletul omului se evapora in infinitul univers….toti oameni lupta pentru propriul lor vis..dar pentru majoritatea visul inseamna putere si bani…iar pentru bani sunt in stare de orice fapta necugetata..pentru bani,omul renunta la iubire si adevar..foloseste intotdeauna minciuna..nu stiu de ce ma gandeswc acum la toate acestea…nu stiu de ce ma gandesc la caracterul oamenilor..mi-as dori sa ma gandesc la tine,la frumusetea ta,dar imi dau seama ca trebuie sa ajut oamenii care au ales un drum gresit in vioata..dar iata ca nimeni nu ma asculta,ma crede un nebun…
I want to share that thought. When times are hard, or things do not seem to go as it should, since you are doing all for the love of God, of others and yourself, it is important to take a rest and see what is not accomplished for the soul in your personal life. I was doing all that had to be done to achieve my mission in a professional level, friendship level, intimate level, but it seems to me that I had to battle a lot and I was losing so much energy. And then, it became clear. My eyes saw, my ears heard, my reason understood … something was not clear and free for me in relation with the notion of love with my husband, that I had to make a journey with my concept of love. It became clear for me that I had to finish a quest in relation to relationship with a man, of clearing and freeing something. That I did. When to search, ask and knock and discovered so much. For where I thought I was right and acted truly and honestly, I had to recognize that judgment was in me, and not true freedom. Now, having cleared it all, having wanted to finish what had to be accomplished in personal domains, I return to the professional domain. Now, what I wanted to share is: If things to hard in one domain, maybe it is a sign to look elsewhere and verify in other domains what is not well comprehended and truly understood. Forces lie there that we need to bring to the other domain. What is powerful in the love that I try to communicate with strangers if I cannot communicate it with the important persons in my personal life? For me, it is clear that I cannot teach, transmit statutes if I do not apply them or “live them” in my personal life. That is for me a lie. Thank you. Jojo.
Hi Johanne,
Yesterday, when Paulo was asked what to do when changing the path would mean chaos, and he talked about how he left the music industry and then it took him four years, before he started to publish books. This made me think, how traditionally women in relationships, as a rule, follow the man’s career. If a man gets a position in another city, the woman move with him, even though it might ruin her own career chances. And of course, how many women don’t use becoming mothers, as an excuse for not fulfilling their dream. As an example, let me tell you of my husband’s ex wife, a quite tall and big woman. She always say that she gave up her career as a ice skate dancer because she had her daughter. To me this is hilarious, because the lady doesn’t look like an ice skate dancer at all. I seriously doubt ice skating was ever her personal legend. Of course I wouldn’t face her with my thoughts.
Anyway, another point I thought of is something I have learned about women living in domestic violence relationships, which didn’t seem appropriate to mention, when Paulo was talking about his path, and probably not when you are talking about your relationship, but I will do it anyway. Because, in relationships we are often exposed to some kind of abuse, be it physical or mental violence. What has flabbergasted me in dealing with physically abused women, is how they deny the abuse. I visited a Native American lady weekly, and she showed up with a black eye once, and with her leg all beaten up another time. When asked; ‘What happened to your face/leg?’ she would answer; ‘I walked into a door’, ‘I hit my leg in the car door when grocery shopping’, and didn’t want to admit to anybody what she was going through. The shame and pains are too severe to talk about. Also, we know it takes a battered women on average seven times to leave a man abusing her, before she finally leaves for good. Seven times on average! This means, they leave, they go back, they leave they go back… And another thing..research about women murdered by their partners, shows that the most dangerous time is if a woman wants to leave her man. In fact, for battered women, often it is safer for them to stay with the abuser than to leave, if they want to live! As a conclusion, only if very suppressed individuals, can be helped from outside, can they be strong enough, to leave a dysfunctional path, and choose a better one. The woman, on her hand, need to confide in somebody, and ask for help.
(Sorry if this is too dramatic for your situation. I’m really just reflecting for women in general).
Viva Jojo!
Heart
Hello Hearth
I read with attention your comment. I stay with that case of battered wowan. In an abuse case, there is a system, a relationship between an abuser and an abused, who that abuses and the other one who lets being abused. But do not interpret my words by words. Meaning that in a system it takes two and one nourish the other, meaning nourish in a dependance cycle. That wowan needs help yes to come back to a psychic mind that is levelled (I do not have the right words in English). In our country, there are centers that help those wowen. And yes, it happens that even if that place is anonymous, one man gets the grip on the wowan and kills her. But you know, there are man also abused! Well, I have cases that are “heavy” and I take them step by step, hand in hand, to help them recuperate the power over their lives, meaning reconnect by many ways at the end to the power of their soul. But the road is a road where that person needs to be humble and honest and believe that she is worth the love for herself ect … I think God created us free and that that freedom is in our hands. Yes past history of violence and abuse, past history of humiliation, of psychologic violence can make someone develop patterns and not be aware. Jesus came for those who were sick … Even if that wowan stays there, she can develop a relation and listen to her soul and spirit, and God’s Spirit to follow the path she needs to follow. And also Hearth, I believe that we are a multitude of souls, from different level, who came here to accomplish specific tasks … and I accept that. Sometime, only to listen to a client and that that client make a little connection, as little it seems for me, is great for him. And at last, I believe that all individuals have inner potential, powerful potential, but to attain it is to get rid of the walls of defense that installed themselves, to comprehend and integrate so to get free. And I will finish that if I was that wowan, with the personality that I have, I would take the risk and chose myself, for I better die trying and not trying. With affection, Jojo.
Thankyou for your sensitive article about battered women. I was battered by three boyfriends who I moved in with shortly after I met them. A kind counselor helped me escape the first one and got me into a halfway house. I left the second one after he tried to strangle me, changed my address and phone number and never saw him again. Luckily, I was seeing a therapist but, even then, I could not leave him until a year and a half had passed. The third boyfriend tried to strangle me and dragged me through his house by the ankles. This was after i had tolerated his rages for six months and left him three times. My therapist had to really work hard with me to get me to not return to him again. I also survived being raped by seven different men. Abuse of women is a tragic problem. I attended a group support at a Rape crisis center recently and the stories were heartbreaking. Please be careful women everywhere.Don’t move in with a man unless you’re engaged to be amarried and know him thoroughly. Don’t go to the apartment of a man you have just met. I was unable to talk about my first rape because there were no rape crisis centers back in 1979. I felt afraid that I would get blamed and ended up on a psychiatric ward feeling suicidal. My depressions have been saerious and I wouldn’t have survived without therapy.I’m glad to see the growing awareness about womens’ struggles. We must not ever accpet abuse of any kind. It is nothing to be ashamed of. The shame belongs with the abuser.
Safe In The Arms of Love
by womball
When I felt lonely and blue,
It was to your arms, I flew.
To seek refuge,
With my head upon your chest,
And it is there I feel at rest.
A rest, so sublime,
It is a moment obscure from time.
When there is a feeling of being so alone,
And it seems everyone is gone.
To your arms of love I go,
Away from all of life’s woe
And there to rest my head upon your chest,
There, finding a final haven of rest!
Thanks Alexandra for the beautiful poem.. It has brought a smile to my face, which I needed very much . I just say goodbye to my children, which I will not see for a whole month. I’m already missing them so much :(
love
Gabi
Oh, how sweet. You have children…God bless you and them too. Take care, dont forget to write, I love your style.
Much love
Alexandra