tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626984735812620442.post2680988483479412493..comments2023-04-03T01:51:34.955-07:00Comments on Eating Life Raw.: Tinker Toy TraumasLeah Griffithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10424758000036417506noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626984735812620442.post-11055259139373546892012-11-02T13:39:48.089-07:002012-11-02T13:39:48.089-07:00"...all things, both dreary and bright, were,..."...all things, both dreary and bright, were, and are, just as they should be." You're a true poet, Leah. I'm smiling thinking of your bright smile. You got <em>it</em> girl. ;)Jaynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06694559900539722616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626984735812620442.post-66293785675453864322012-10-23T18:51:48.002-07:002012-10-23T18:51:48.002-07:00One should never apologize for happiness Chris. Of...One should never apologize for happiness Chris. Of course you didn't go back. Not now. Yours was a season of love to be savored. <br /><br />There is time enough for traumas to speak, leading us toward the light in spite of ourselves. For no one wants to actually allow trauma the freedom of speech, such voices are exaggerated and scary. Yet it is an incredibly efficient teacher.<br /><br />Home is always here, and with me. I'm glad to be back in Florida. I plotting a beach day. Wish you could come with;)Leah Griffithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10424758000036417506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626984735812620442.post-48097030049453823012012-10-23T18:43:37.733-07:002012-10-23T18:43:37.733-07:00Thank you Janu. Life serves up such a stunning arr...Thank you Janu. Life serves up such a stunning array of lessons and emotions. I just can't help but to spill it all out here. <3Leah Griffithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10424758000036417506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626984735812620442.post-68494308278435174902012-10-21T14:14:06.340-07:002012-10-21T14:14:06.340-07:00I was sad when I did not make it to PA this summer...I was sad when I did not make it to PA this summer. I got caught up in my new love and failed to perform a ritual, that of returning to the scene of my private little crimes, to the locus of the traumas that precipitated the biggest happiness I now know.<br /><br />But there is also a mental space of tinker toy traumas that I take with me everywhere I go, related to certain events from twenty years ago. I thought I was over it, because it stopped stunting me a long time ago. Recently, a kind nudge from my angel reminded me that I was not, because I cannot seem to be able to talk about it without bursting into tears. I just stumbled across a quote by Mark Twain apparently, one of those things that people rip out of context and stick onto their FB page as a motto with no head or tail. It went along the lines of 'There are two important days in your life. The day you were born and the day you find out why.' I'm still waiting for my traumas to tell me why :)<br /><br />I hope your home has welcomed you back. Hugs,<br />ChrisMs. Faustushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03191744120373670081noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626984735812620442.post-16633833874827275272012-10-18T07:53:51.539-07:002012-10-18T07:53:51.539-07:00I’ve come to understand that Paris or grotto, Mord...I’ve come to understand that Paris or grotto, Mordor or Shangri-La, it makes no difference where we come from, for the most frightening places are within our own minds, where tinker toy traumas torment our lives and spawn crippling fears; stunting our ability to reach beyond ourselves. - loved the way you have put it. A treat to read you lady!JANUhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06983287092498427967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626984735812620442.post-60122874148861794352012-10-18T07:24:47.913-07:002012-10-18T07:24:47.913-07:00Yes Rachel, it is healing. I tend to write what I&...Yes Rachel, it is healing. I tend to write what I'm experiencing. I'm glad that my experiences and words reached the fertile soil of your soul. Thank you so much for being here.Leah Griffithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10424758000036417506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626984735812620442.post-49612912086284224162012-10-18T06:41:27.050-07:002012-10-18T06:41:27.050-07:00What a healing post! (I hope.) You speak with re...What a healing post! (I hope.) You speak with real wisdom here. Such beautiful writing. :)Rachel Hoythttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12565668664072704971noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626984735812620442.post-43677289038553166982012-10-17T18:44:41.508-07:002012-10-17T18:44:41.508-07:00Jim, the color has got me hypnotized. I absolutel...Jim, the color has got me hypnotized. I absolutely love it! I am ready though, to return to the land of gentle waters and swaying palms. Florida, here I come!Leah Griffithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10424758000036417506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626984735812620442.post-53620331280212595002012-10-17T18:42:57.477-07:002012-10-17T18:42:57.477-07:00Sweet Melissa, I feel your presence here with me o...Sweet Melissa, I feel your presence here with me on this journey. We both returned to find peace and healing. It makes me want to cry with joy...I feel so full and grateful. I'm sending you love little sister as we journey onward.<br />Big hugs!!!Leah Griffithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10424758000036417506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626984735812620442.post-60100295051684107252012-10-17T18:37:23.657-07:002012-10-17T18:37:23.657-07:00Dear Debra,
Yes I did. I went home and made my pea...Dear Debra,<br />Yes I did. I went home and made my peace, embracing all of it in acceptance of who I am. I'm amazed that you recognized your friend. But then again...of course you did <3Leah Griffithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10424758000036417506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626984735812620442.post-12962289320112273942012-10-17T18:27:29.261-07:002012-10-17T18:27:29.261-07:00Linda, I would LOVE to have you walking right besi...Linda, I would LOVE to have you walking right beside me. The trees are ripe with color, emitting a woodsy fragrance, which stirs so many memories. I was kicking through the leaves in the park with my nephew Jim...crunch swish, crunch swish, and I realized that I hadn't done that in over 20 years. I could lose myself in the beauty here. No. I've lost myself in the beauty and fallen deeply in love.<br />You and I parallel each other in so many wonderful ways Linda. I pay special attention to all of your artly expressions <3 Leah Griffithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10424758000036417506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626984735812620442.post-10507406966830832622012-10-17T18:17:31.451-07:002012-10-17T18:17:31.451-07:00Julia, I feel your hug across all these miles. My ...Julia, I feel your hug across all these miles. My home is in my heart, and you dear Julia are seated there with me. I love you so much my brave sweet poetic artist. Thank you for being here with me in this life, my sisterly soul mate. <3Leah Griffithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10424758000036417506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626984735812620442.post-83786987688590784822012-10-17T18:12:53.391-07:002012-10-17T18:12:53.391-07:00Thank you so much Corinne. I feel free in a unique...Thank you so much Corinne. I feel free in a unique sort of way. Free to return, free to go away. I donated a copy of Cosette's Tribe to the Worcester Public Library, and I felt so empowered by doing this. It was as though I was placing a record of historic events on file to be read by Worcester's populace for years to come.<br />Hugs to you sweet Corinne.Leah Griffithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10424758000036417506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626984735812620442.post-77741591388636572132012-10-17T18:08:28.600-07:002012-10-17T18:08:28.600-07:00Martha, for many years I felt homeless. Now, I rea...Martha, for many years I felt homeless. Now, I realize that I carry my home with me. I am always at home. But...going back to Worcester for an entire month gave me the time to come to peace with the place of my upbringing. I love Worcester. It will always hold a precious place in my heart. Thank you for being a witness to this sweet Martha.Leah Griffithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10424758000036417506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626984735812620442.post-66934610296889623832012-10-17T17:20:28.354-07:002012-10-17T17:20:28.354-07:00A great post simplifying the thoughts many of us h...A great post simplifying the thoughts many of us have. I do need to admit that the only thing I miss about MA. is the Fall season. We welcome all back to sunny Florida, come and enjoy the sun and the smiles of all of us !!!<br /><br />http://jpweddingphotograpy.blogspot.com/2012/10/two-surprise-photo-opportunities-clown.htmlJIMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00989023921093283471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626984735812620442.post-16339166499371962452012-10-17T15:01:48.954-07:002012-10-17T15:01:48.954-07:00Hmmm...I'm reflecting a lot on this. I realize...Hmmm...I'm reflecting a lot on this. I realized that I have ran away for so long from our place... my country... and God brought me back at the exact same place to heal.<br /><br />I truly love your words :* Lots of love... I'm journeying with you...Melissa Tandochttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13747825707650125721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626984735812620442.post-5021498415941832542012-10-17T13:06:26.889-07:002012-10-17T13:06:26.889-07:00Thomas Wolfe said 'you can’t go home again’ bu...Thomas Wolfe said 'you can’t go home again’ but obviously you can. You did, and made peace with the past. <br /> <br /> “I know that neither sun nor rain comes in judgment, but rather by a natural course — and that all things, both dreary and bright, were, and are, just as they should be.” <br /><br />If we all adopted this philosophy, how much more sane we’d all be. <br /><br />The girl in the pic looks like Cozy, my special new friend. <br />Debrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02273349436461781371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626984735812620442.post-66108671132797979622012-10-17T12:46:55.241-07:002012-10-17T12:46:55.241-07:00sweet, leah. i love new england and have more of ...sweet, leah. i love new england and have more of a tendency to put it up on a pedestal -- which is equally unfair. it took me a very long time to embrace the beauty of the american midwestern prairie. i wish i was in MA with you right now, walking and talking in the autumn woods...XOXOXODangerous Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12442306921276302945noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626984735812620442.post-1593928697090842442012-10-17T10:42:20.852-07:002012-10-17T10:42:20.852-07:00Wrapping you in love, Leah. Your words sing to me...Wrapping you in love, Leah. Your words sing to me and fill my deepest inside places. You feel like home to me, dear friend--I'm beyond grateful.<br /><br />So happy you made your peace with your growing up place--how I understand the significance of this.<br /><br />Love.<br /><br />Juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14746537654612799837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626984735812620442.post-43675933211890284502012-10-17T09:15:21.708-07:002012-10-17T09:15:21.708-07:00We are so prone to assigning blame for 'bad...We are so prone to assigning blame for 'bad' experiences on a place. I'm glad you've made your peace with your hometown, Leah. ♥Corinne Rodrigueshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11142098428026084994noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626984735812620442.post-21935146495170200902012-10-17T08:39:07.320-07:002012-10-17T08:39:07.320-07:00You are so right, Leah - "the most frightenin...You are so right, Leah - "the most frightening places are within our own minds . . ." I'm glad you've been able to come to terms with your hometown and your past, my friend. It's nice to be able to "go home" and have it be a pleasant, not fearful, place.<br />Love and blessings!Martha Jane Orlandohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11620499267401065780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626984735812620442.post-1958705740980490742012-10-17T06:48:14.485-07:002012-10-17T06:48:14.485-07:00Marie, it is true, and for years I saw my hometown...Marie, it is true, and for years I saw my hometown as a guilty party — in on my traumas. Now I see that Worcester is neutral, as much a victim as I was, and I'm able to embrace this place instead of viewing it as a crime scene.Leah Griffithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10424758000036417506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626984735812620442.post-17782946940294445852012-10-17T06:42:55.835-07:002012-10-17T06:42:55.835-07:00Karen, I have been having so much fun snapping pho...Karen, I have been having so much fun snapping photos. The foliage is glorious.<br />Yes, our homes are engrained in us and it took me years to get over my aversion to my hometown. I'm so glad that I did.Leah Griffithhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10424758000036417506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626984735812620442.post-52150825752439897272012-10-17T06:40:35.292-07:002012-10-17T06:40:35.292-07:00Love this line.....it's so true! "I’ve c...Love this line.....it's so true! "I’ve come to understand that Paris or grotto, Mordor or Shangri-La, it makes no difference where we come from, for the most frightening places are within our own minds, where tinker toy traumas torment our lives and spawn crippling fears; stunting our ability to reach beyond ourselves."<br />Marie Loerzelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11122641412197329551noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2626984735812620442.post-26956319006822329192012-10-17T06:25:25.234-07:002012-10-17T06:25:25.234-07:00Love the shot of the heart in the wrought iron. It...Love the shot of the heart in the wrought iron. It's perfect. <br /><br />Guess our homes will always be ingrained in us, no matter what our childhoods are like, and we are the sum of our experienced parts.Karen Wojcik Bernerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12824421839546160653noreply@blogger.com