@Blake Roberts, LMFT - I bow to you as another human and fellow healer. The way you write and give shape to that quiet ache, naming the pull of unmet longings without rushing to resolve them feels, in my language, like a sacred kind of honesty.
I especially appreciate the reminder that turning toward absence, though painful, can open us to unexpected forms of grace. Your reflection holds space not just for grief, but for our own healing presence and that, from my way of listening, is a rare and powerful gift. For this, I am eternally grateful.
I really appreciated this. And I’m sorry so many of us feel that ache. I am currently in therapy (doing EMDR and other somatic work) for some childhood experiences that I am facing for the first time. It’s hard. It’s hard not to look away. But it’s also good and necessary. Neglect is painful, but learning how to care for needs—no matter how long after the fact it may be—is new for me. And I’m more hopeful now because of it. God fills in the gaps, the ache, with his quiet loving presence. I’m learning to notice this even on day when it feels like that ache may eat me alive. Anyway—keep writing! 😊
Near occasion of sin . I used to speak my thoughts so forgive the grammar, but I think you get the gist and that quote is from Saint Augustine indeed, our hearts are restless until we rest in thee.
Loved your reflection on living with the ache and not distracting oneself that little extra something to seemingly soothe the ache within. Indeed our hearts are restless until we rest in Thee . It’s odd how sometimes those that are the closest to us physically and genetically are the ones that know us the least and being in the presence of another can be the worst choice, though it’s often disguised in should language. Actually, Blake, I believe you loved your father well by not being around him or him not reaching out to you stillness. It’s often necessary before there’s any healing and it may never happen this side of heaven I had to take a break from my identical twin sister for serious matter as I became an occasion of sin for her in the Catholic understanding when we go to confession or to avoid the new occasion of sin. Perhaps your decision and the absence and make you feel not being with your dad and him seeing your heart is actually going to produce some really good fruit. Sometimes the seeds of love have to stay in the darkness of the soil for a very long time. My two bits for a Wednesday morning.
@Blake Roberts, LMFT - I bow to you as another human and fellow healer. The way you write and give shape to that quiet ache, naming the pull of unmet longings without rushing to resolve them feels, in my language, like a sacred kind of honesty.
I especially appreciate the reminder that turning toward absence, though painful, can open us to unexpected forms of grace. Your reflection holds space not just for grief, but for our own healing presence and that, from my way of listening, is a rare and powerful gift. For this, I am eternally grateful.
thanks for the thoughtful comment Bronce! grateful for your work in the world
I really appreciated this. And I’m sorry so many of us feel that ache. I am currently in therapy (doing EMDR and other somatic work) for some childhood experiences that I am facing for the first time. It’s hard. It’s hard not to look away. But it’s also good and necessary. Neglect is painful, but learning how to care for needs—no matter how long after the fact it may be—is new for me. And I’m more hopeful now because of it. God fills in the gaps, the ache, with his quiet loving presence. I’m learning to notice this even on day when it feels like that ache may eat me alive. Anyway—keep writing! 😊
Must stay in the darkness not have to 😵💫
Near occasion of sin . I used to speak my thoughts so forgive the grammar, but I think you get the gist and that quote is from Saint Augustine indeed, our hearts are restless until we rest in thee.
Loved your reflection on living with the ache and not distracting oneself that little extra something to seemingly soothe the ache within. Indeed our hearts are restless until we rest in Thee . It’s odd how sometimes those that are the closest to us physically and genetically are the ones that know us the least and being in the presence of another can be the worst choice, though it’s often disguised in should language. Actually, Blake, I believe you loved your father well by not being around him or him not reaching out to you stillness. It’s often necessary before there’s any healing and it may never happen this side of heaven I had to take a break from my identical twin sister for serious matter as I became an occasion of sin for her in the Catholic understanding when we go to confession or to avoid the new occasion of sin. Perhaps your decision and the absence and make you feel not being with your dad and him seeing your heart is actually going to produce some really good fruit. Sometimes the seeds of love have to stay in the darkness of the soil for a very long time. My two bits for a Wednesday morning.