tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17460630.post5672081013415806174..comments2023-10-26T11:38:47.879+02:00Comments on Building Peace in Northern Uganda: Blood & light: a lenten contemplation 'On Turning Ten'Holly and Ben Porterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18188129367325364118noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17460630.post-43075132647747821292010-03-18T23:30:26.057+02:002010-03-18T23:30:26.057+02:00hello friend! i love this post!
I wrote somewhat ...hello friend! i love this post!<br /><br />I wrote somewhat of a response/reflection on my blog.<br /><br />ryanelizabeth.wordpress.comRyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05845660180281587630noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17460630.post-27365499609586386212010-03-18T02:45:38.156+02:002010-03-18T02:45:38.156+02:00That's beautiful, Holly.
It reminds me of th...That's beautiful, Holly. <br /><br />It reminds me of the unique and sacred opportunities I'm given to stand by someone while they stand and look out the window for the last time. Then pull up a chair next theirs as they stretch their neck to get a better view out the window. More time passes and they invite me to sit next to them as they look up from their bed at the window across the room – remembering – and wondering. It's not long before they forget about the window altogether, their world changes in size, smaller, more immediate. Simultaneously their awareness becomes - beyond. They once again see as if out a window, a different window. Experiencing sights only they can see, sights that I can barely imagine. Finally the day comes when they’re eyes see no more. When their bodies no longer bleed or shine. Finally, freed from their bodies, they experience the light long ago only imagined.<br /><br />When all is done, when family, friends and body are gone, phone calls made, paperwork complete – I will often stand by a window and look outside, memories flashing backward, present sights exaggerated and surreal, questions and answers and more questions, and the future an ever increasing curiosity and wonder. I breathe deeply, slowly, more aware then at other times. I see, more aware of my sight then at other times. I hear things I can’t hear at other times… then I pull myself away from my window to be with others at their windows; others who still bleed and shine - but only for a time.Jim Petersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17823528629053272017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17460630.post-29022485048840250672010-03-17T10:14:25.974+02:002010-03-17T10:14:25.974+02:00A suggestion for your participation: : if you have...A suggestion for your participation: : if you have a photo of this time of day, or something else that captures a reflection on this for you—please share the photography and your reflection on it and I’ll post it. Since you can’t include files in the comments--you can email: hollyeporter@gmail.com (but remember our internet is slow and don't send mammoth files)Holly and Ben Porterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18188129367325364118noreply@blogger.com