No Longer Afraid

by compound complex 26 Replies latest jw friends

  • Dagney

    (((Coco))) beautiful expression on a complicated journey.

  • compound complex
    compound complex

    I am glad you have found a measure of peace through your writing and with time and distance. Every moment of joy and contentment is a victory. -- LisaRose

    Your good wishes mean a lot to me, LisaRose. Those thoughts on staying focused are helpful, as I compartmentalize whatever -- good or bad -- occurs today. Thank you.


    Yes, a long and complicated journey, but here we are, survivors!


    Wishing both you ladies peace and love.

  • LV101

    Beautiful. .

    Just write and mesmerize us.

    Thanks, Coco.

  • compound complex
    compound complex

    Thank you, LV101, for your ever encouraging words.

    Kindly refer to my newest, A Boy, a Man, and accompanying image of Mont Bleu.

    Best Wishes.

  • Vidiot
  • compound complex
    compound complex

    Nice to see you, Vidiot!

    Thank you.

  • compound complex
    compound complex

    I feel an unfamiliar restlessness in my lower body. What is happening to me?

    For way too long I've been confined to my sickbed; yet my mind and my heart tell me to get up and gaze upon the world outside. It is no longer a matter of fighting long-entrenched despair. A power beyond all that is humanly possible -- even in the most extraordinary of circumstances -- seizes hold of atrophy and regenerates what was once officially declared dead. In spite of myself, I arise from my imprisoning bed and, as if it were a completely normal occurrence, glide over to the French doors. I do not touch the handles, yet, in the manner of a dream, both doors open before me.

    On the balcony, I gaze upon a magnificence of terrene beauty, so long unobserved, so long forgotten. My mind does not question the why, the wherefore, nor the how. My heart says I must follow whatever direction is put upon me.

    I return to my room and look into the full-length mirror. I see only myself, no reflection of the room at all. Tall and erect, I stand as though in vibrant and athletic youth. Now, however, it is as an assured, mature man. Radiant. Smiling. Possessed, so it would seem, by an inner confidence emanating from my every pore.

    Behind me I sense a warm and comforting presence. The aura surrounding me does not compete with my inner glow but interplays with it, creating a show of light, not of spectacular brilliance, but of undulating waves of luminescence.

    I am back . . . back from the dead.

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