3 responses to “The Origins of “Restraint of Pen & Tongue” – Step 10”
Jim Brown
This has always been a tricky area for me. On the one hand I am very outspoken when my feathers are ruffled, and on the other I sometimes don’t speak out when I should. Lately, I have been reminding myself of what’s most important in my own life, and I let that guide my decisions to speak out.
Margot E.
Last night, on the advice of a Friend in the Program, I wrote a letter to my father. It is not a letter I will ever mail nor have my father read. We have never had a close relationship and I have always blamed my father for that. However, in the process of writing the letter I zeroed in on my unfinished communication for him – it was not blame, it was not fault, it was that I never felt he heard me when I said I loved him. My part in this is that I gave up telling him. Last night, after I wrote the letter, I called my father. I told him that I love him.
JB jr.
That was a lovely happy ending. In the MLK parade, while marching, it became very clear to all 50 or so of us marching that a smile generally receives a smile back, even if they don’t agree with your signs saying , “We’re Here, We’re Queer, and We’re Here to stay”.
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3 responses to “The Origins of “Restraint of Pen & Tongue” – Step 10”
This has always been a tricky area for me. On the one hand I am very outspoken when my feathers are ruffled, and on the other I sometimes don’t speak out when I should. Lately, I have been reminding myself of what’s most important in my own life, and I let that guide my decisions to speak out.
Last night, on the advice of a Friend in the Program, I wrote a letter to my father. It is not a letter I will ever mail nor have my father read. We have never had a close relationship and I have always blamed my father for that. However, in the process of writing the letter I zeroed in on my unfinished communication for him – it was not blame, it was not fault, it was that I never felt he heard me when I said I loved him. My part in this is that I gave up telling him. Last night, after I wrote the letter, I called my father. I told him that I love him.
That was a lovely happy ending. In the MLK parade, while marching, it became very clear to all 50 or so of us marching that a smile generally receives a smile back, even if they don’t agree with your signs saying , “We’re Here, We’re Queer, and We’re Here to stay”.
You can read much more about the march on our sister site … http://occupylovela.org/ .