Absent, With Mercy, Without Intent
Posted on Dec 24th, 2006
by 
GwenKim
GwenKim
Gee...what a difference, months and Questing makes....
Several months have passed, since I first came here...My absence has gnawled at me, but I've felt like a wayward child that was too backslidden, out of my place at the Table of Enlightenment, to sit with the Wise Ones here, so I have been sulking, off nto the Drama-laden Oblivion that is So Shallowly and Ignorantly Worldly...
During this time, a 7 year challenge by a False Prophet (of sorts) ended...My body, stunned by the bruises left by a Falsely Holier Than Thou, my dependency upon an Alleged Savior Sort led me to a true Dark Night of the Soul...
And I am loving She Who Is Here Now, just fine!
For the last 4 months, in the Ridiculous Tradition of Blanche DuBois herself, I have depended upon the Kindness of Strangers, for transportation in and around the Greenville/Spartanburg SC Metroplex. As I live in a tiny little cottage a few short blocks outside the Greenville city limits, I have been, sad to say, about 2 miles off the nearest bus route.
As I do so love to walk, this isn't such a bad thing. Unfortunately, when I first moved here, I weighed in at nearly 400lbs; not so easy a walk to that bus--and our ice storms here assure that my walking at that weight would have left me dead on the side of road, for all to Gawk at....
Fast-Forward, into this past week: Dead, is now my Curmudgeonly Grandfather...his Son in Law/my stepfather, within 48 hours, responds with a Massive Coronary Event...and today, another 24 hours later, he has yet another...
So I am here...learning about Brokenness...Learning about the glories of Jonah experiences and what it means to be Passively Fierce...
And I am Evolving...
Several months have passed, since I first came here...My absence has gnawled at me, but I've felt like a wayward child that was too backslidden, out of my place at the Table of Enlightenment, to sit with the Wise Ones here, so I have been sulking, off nto the Drama-laden Oblivion that is So Shallowly and Ignorantly Worldly...
During this time, a 7 year challenge by a False Prophet (of sorts) ended...My body, stunned by the bruises left by a Falsely Holier Than Thou, my dependency upon an Alleged Savior Sort led me to a true Dark Night of the Soul...
And I am loving She Who Is Here Now, just fine!
For the last 4 months, in the Ridiculous Tradition of Blanche DuBois herself, I have depended upon the Kindness of Strangers, for transportation in and around the Greenville/Spartanburg SC Metroplex. As I live in a tiny little cottage a few short blocks outside the Greenville city limits, I have been, sad to say, about 2 miles off the nearest bus route.
As I do so love to walk, this isn't such a bad thing. Unfortunately, when I first moved here, I weighed in at nearly 400lbs; not so easy a walk to that bus--and our ice storms here assure that my walking at that weight would have left me dead on the side of road, for all to Gawk at....
Fast-Forward, into this past week: Dead, is now my Curmudgeonly Grandfather...his Son in Law/my stepfather, within 48 hours, responds with a Massive Coronary Event...and today, another 24 hours later, he has yet another...
So I am here...learning about Brokenness...Learning about the glories of Jonah experiences and what it means to be Passively Fierce...
And I am Evolving...
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