How do you relate to another, the intensity of your very personal pain?
When prospective parents present themselves, we professionals look to "prepare" and train
them for the rigors of this journey.
We attempt to educate them to the dangers of "caring too much".
We open our judgment books and use our professional pulpits to harang and harrass until the family either
gives up or proves to us that they are worthy.
We give them a crash course in psychology, behavior modification and psychic healing.
Separation and Loss, commitment and unconditional love,
Attention deficit, attachment disorders and
bonding become so much jibber in a sea of meaningless words.
How do you prepare someone to face their worst fears and deepest secrets?
How many weeks would it take you to search your truest heart hoping to find only purity and agape love?
What we must do is strip the process down to it's barest elements.
We must provide a forum where
folks feel safe to explore their deepest motivations.
We have the opportunity to help explore our greatest
energy source, the human spirit.
That voice that calls us from our sleep and moves us into lifes' challenges.
Standing before a crowded room and feeling the spirits immerging unto the room is my reward.
Watching the eyes of a person who for the first time begins to understand what it is we must do leaves me warm in God's embrace.
Dreams, schemes and other themes: Random thoughts dancing around in a bubbling bath of conjecture.
6.02.2001
5.29.2001
Listening to the rain
As a family life advocate
I often find myself rooted in the
mundane trevails of everyday life.
I stand voice raised in indignation
at some perceived violation of every persons'
inalienable right to be miserably trapped in
the unyielding morass that is relationship.
Foster children are denied this most basic
of human rights. Are they better for it? Are they somehow
better balanced as individuals? Do they contribute more per capita to
the betterment of society?
No an emphatic unequivocal no! no! no!
In the misery that relationship can be is the secret to heaven.
The joy of being a part rather then being A- PART far outweighs
any bogus make believe about individual freedom or independant living.
We must be dependant in order to acheive any real sense of independence at all.
As a family life advocate
I often find myself rooted in the
mundane trevails of everyday life.
I stand voice raised in indignation
at some perceived violation of every persons'
inalienable right to be miserably trapped in
the unyielding morass that is relationship.
Foster children are denied this most basic
of human rights. Are they better for it? Are they somehow
better balanced as individuals? Do they contribute more per capita to
the betterment of society?
No an emphatic unequivocal no! no! no!
In the misery that relationship can be is the secret to heaven.
The joy of being a part rather then being A- PART far outweighs
any bogus make believe about individual freedom or independant living.
We must be dependant in order to acheive any real sense of independence at all.
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