OK, I have read through all of Pancho's excellent comment on "what happens when we are wounded."
I understand NOTHING about what is being said, but I would like to know. Yes, I am alive and my body/mind has somehow managed to come together enough so that I am not dead, but after so many attacks and wounds that are continually re-opened, none have healed. I am nothing but a mass of scars, as a person who was burned alive. This is the legacy I live with. What does "love" have to do with this?
How to "love" the people who threw me into the fire?
On Mar 7, 2014 Catherine Todd wrote :
OK, I have read through all of Pancho's excellent comment on "what happens when we are wounded."
I understand NOTHING about what is being said, but I would like to know. Yes, I am alive and my body/mind has somehow managed to come together enough so that I am not dead, but after so many attacks and wounds that are continually re-opened, none have healed. I am nothing but a mass of scars, as a person who was burned alive. This is the legacy I live with. What does "love" have to do with this?
How to "love" the people who threw me into the fire?