Not sun-kissed and heaven sent.
We're all fallen soldiers and
forgotten angels,
of the WAR that keeps going on for ages...
Take notes because it's not going to get any better.
I keep writing it, in an unsent letter.
Dear hell can you save me?
I took some time last night to look at your posted pictures and read-I am inspired by the stories of inmates and their families. It's almost too personal to do anything but read or look silently-still, something that is in my mind to do is to create an exhibit of portraits, writings and stories. I don't know how yet, but I do know it's something that never leaves me. Blogging is a very good way to put it out there for anyone to see. Thank you. And if you ever need a person to write to, you may contact me (I'm Sue-I have my address on my blog under mom's art).
I find just when you lose hope in trying to get something so personal done,your prayers may finally be answered,that this when the time is right you just know, when I got a friend invite from Shaun Attwood on myspace it help inspire me again, it is hard to get me to come forward since it is a touchy subject.I was really never allowed to kept a journal when I was younger now i seem to have a lotof blocks but I'm slowly coming out of it,I just cry a lot and try to get post something day to day up, I know I can do this not sure how yet either.At first I was going to start a thing where I tried to help people I was going to call it "lost in the system" not for just people in jail but the whole society so many of us just plain get lost.I can use any help of inspired people I can get together, even though it's a small world we can't let the system get us down and lose everyone in the process.With more love and compassion I believe the world would change, but it's just all about power and money.
It's true-things do happen at the right time. I know I've been encouraged over and over again when I've needed it. Right now because of my son's incarceration I've been led specifically to prison ministry and those in recovery. It's very easy to become overwhelmed by life's heartaches and the evil in the world. The thing is, while in the system it may be all about power and money, when it comes to healing people and changing their lives, it's about love, and I can't give up on that. The tears I understand, believe me! Take heart-lives change, people change-you make a difference.
My mom has a very depressing outlook on it all because she had to live it. I was in Maine when it all happen, and all I remember are the good times and how hard my dad worked to support his family.She never would even read the letters half the time and thinks it's all too sad.I tell her everyday how I keep meeting people who love the story we have to tell.Society wants to cast me off as the daughter of a murderer but I know that's not all my father was that was just a small amount of him in the big story he was a man who would give his shirt off his back to help someone else.When he died I was devastated because I thought I had so much time left and we never got to tell him all the things we wanted to, it was just too late by the time I got there to see him.My mom said very mean things to him the last convo, but it was not my father that my mom is mad at it is that she can't forgive herself.I looked up prisons after he died I wanted to see how many people just die all the sudden it was a real eye opener, not to mention how your state has some of the worse, so my prayers are with you and your loved ones. I know that the state of wyo. put us through hell.They acted like the case was so bad and serious and then they didnt even offer to put my mom and sisters on witness protection after they forced them to testify.I will have to e-mail about details on writings from prison I've always wanted to make a book I just have so much here and I don't want it to be hidden from the world forever ~ much love peace***
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I took some time last night to look at your posted pictures and read-I am inspired by the stories of inmates and their families. It's almost too personal to do anything but read or look silently-still, something that is in my mind to do is to create an exhibit of portraits, writings and stories. I don't know how yet, but I do know it's something that never leaves me. Blogging is a very good way to put it out there for anyone to see. Thank you. And if you ever need a person to write to, you may contact me (I'm Sue-I have my address on my blog under mom's art).
I find just when you lose hope in trying to get something so personal done,your prayers may finally be answered,that this when the time is right you just know, when I got a friend invite from Shaun Attwood on myspace it help inspire me again, it is hard to get me to come forward since it is a touchy subject.I was really never allowed to kept a journal when I was younger now i seem to have a lotof blocks but I'm slowly coming out of it,I just cry a lot and try to get post something day to day up, I know I can do this not sure how yet either.At first I was going to start a thing where I tried to help people I was going to call it "lost in the system" not for just people in jail but the whole society so many of us just plain get lost.I can use any help of inspired people I can get together, even though it's a small world we can't let the system get us down and lose everyone in the process.With more love and compassion I believe the world would change, but it's just all about power and money.
It's true-things do happen at the right time. I know I've been encouraged over and over again when I've needed it. Right now because of my son's incarceration I've been led specifically to prison ministry and those in recovery. It's very easy to become overwhelmed by life's heartaches and the evil in the world. The thing is, while in the system it may be all about power and money, when it comes to healing people and changing their lives, it's about love, and I can't give up on that. The tears I understand, believe me! Take heart-lives change, people change-you make a difference.
My mom has a very depressing outlook on it all because she had to live it. I was in Maine when it all happen, and all I remember are the good times and how hard my dad worked to support his family.She never would even read the letters half the time and thinks it's all too sad.I tell her everyday how I keep meeting people who love the story we have to tell.Society wants to cast me off as the daughter of a murderer but I know that's not all my father was that was just a small amount of him in the big story he was a man who would give his shirt off his back to help someone else.When he died I was devastated because I thought I had so much time left and we never got to tell him all the things we wanted to, it was just too late by the time I got there to see him.My mom said very mean things to him the last convo, but it was not my father that my mom is mad at it is that she can't forgive herself.I looked up prisons after he died I wanted to see how many people just die all the sudden it was a real eye opener, not to mention how your state has some of the worse, so my prayers are with you and your loved ones. I know that the state of wyo. put us through hell.They acted like the case was so bad and serious and then they didnt even offer to put my mom and sisters on witness protection after they forced them to testify.I will have to e-mail about details on writings from prison I've always wanted to make a book I just have so much here and I don't want it to be hidden from the world forever ~ much love peace***
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