A Response to “Stirring The Past”

As part of Josey’s career prior to The Roadmap Company, he encountered many people who were suffering from emotional pain.  Trauma of life events that left them suffering, moved him to become educated to do more.  Josey became well known for his ability to reach these people, as well as for his gifted way of training others to aid people in crisis. Due to both the nature of his gift and his dedication to following through with the people he encounters, many of them are still in contact with Josey to this day.   

One of the followers of The Roadmap Company’s blog posts has been sharing them with several of her friends.  The following interaction was shared through our email, and I think it is a testament to the connection Josey is trying to make with the world.  Especially those who are hurting.  I work with Josey and The Roadmap Company because I believe what he does can make a difference to people who are hurting, and a lot of people are hurting right now.

Josey’s reply to the writer’s message was completely off the cuff.  When I spoke with him after he sent the response, he was uncertain where the words came from.  Regular readers know of his penchant for being inspired by writing from his perch in the pines, however this was more. I think it gives the people who read Josey’s words some insight into the heart of the man behind the words. -Heather

My Friend John read your post and commented that things do slow down when it’s cold, he talked about sound traveling slower in the cold.

He also teared up when he read it and told me about growing up in Alaska and canning.  He would fall asleep at night listening for the pop of the cans- and counting them to make sure the right number popped.  He was forced to be an adult basically since he was 8 years old.  -K”

“K,

So glad he read it.  I do not start off with it mapped out but as it rolls out it connects.  That’s where I wonder if that’s why I’m here.  My aunt who died last year said more than once you have to get your word out.  John needed that but most of the time I never get any feedback.  I pour my heart out, put myself out there, feel half crazy, and I never know if I hit the mark.  I don’t even know what the mark is.  Some force drives me, and it flows out in a piece that seems ok but I don’t know. 

Many years ago, on the hill above me I sat at my childhood desk and wrote the first one.  That one was for me.  The years that came and went I wrote more for me.  Then I thought about the John’s of the world.  A few comments, a few hugs, and a few speechless words but tears.   I realized somewhere in that twisted written pile of emotions transcribed from the gut of a boy still trying to figure it out was a message.  The trunk of the message from that first one has basically stayed the same, but it’s the ever-changing limbs that seems to guide my emotions to the sun overhead.  I stand under those limbs and a shadow of doubt is cast over me, but my gut tells me to write.  Write that thought, write that emotion, not for me but for John, for the nameless people out there in the land of that fast-paced world.  The people who connect to one sentence that to me made no sense, but my gut said to write it.  I climb that trunk and remove myself from that shadow of doubt.  I dig into those limbs and wait for that next thought, that next emotion, and close my eyes.  I cannot see the sun, but I can feel her.  She guides my soul to write for John, a man I do not know. 

Josey”

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