Just before a friend drove
far over here to bring me far over there for a remarkable gift of a session, I
went out back where all the sparrow couples were negotiating nesting sites and
bunches of babies in different birdhouses and nests were nervously preparing to
fledge and I turned to the broad endless sky and the magnanimous view and this
is what was sweeping by.
Saturday, July 23, 2016
6.12.16 Fine Line
It's such a fine line,
learning to transition gradually from taking care of our grown offspring ... to
loving and caring about them, but gradually instilling a more reciprocal
relationship of greater distance and respect and knowing .
And how odd, that
when we manage to let go of indulging in relationship-skewing worry or
care-taking, or unintended ways of putting ourselves aside in the equation,
purportedly for them , and instead including our selves and preferences , while
keeping a clean cool discrete boundary of low expectation , that they often
begin to respect and experience more interest in getting to know really who we
each are.
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6.12.16 Powerful Saves
As a 22 year old, after a
medical procedure, I traveled in an old bumpy Fiat with my lover to New
Brunswick, and then far out by tiny motor boat, to a tiny isolated island ,
where I unhappily and promptly ran out of cigarettes and almost perished of
boredom when all my friends spent all their time drinking Scotch and playing
backgammon.
Bored to tears, somehow without requisite reams of reading materials or drawing materials or camera, on a wildly windy day, I left the cabin pissed off, popped on a lifejacket, dragged an old canoe into the waters, and took off.
I weighed maybe 120 at the time , and mysteriously enough, the heavy ancient thing took off in the wind, skimming sideways across the water, slamming into one tiny outcropping after another . I'd of course never been in a canoe , and struggled with the oars, promptly losing one.
Even if I had yelled , no one would have heard me over the winds . So I did what we do when we've made ridiculous inestimable mistakes .
I tracked a plan of the small bits of land I'd need to get to in order to leap frog my way back, the way you do on perilous icy nights on the road , touching base with your car tires on the small dry places that still give traction, in order to get on home.
A few hours later, I was safely on land once again, dragged the big old thing up onto the shore, struggled back into the cabin, and fell into bed til the next day.
Sometimes in ensuing years, difficult times seem just like that . It sometimes seems as if I won't be able to come round with the unwieldy self I have, won't be able to avoid capsizing ( do canoes capsize?) and I'll certainly be a goner . I fear I certainly won't have what it takes to find a tenable path back to land and sustenance and a chance at survival into a reasonable life.
Which is why, though you would never wish others to do questionable things with terrible judgement , still, like an actor or artist, we use what we have.
We make use of the victories we've managed, no matter the circumstance , to let ourselves know that in actuality, sometimes, we are capable of great and powerful saves.
Bored to tears, somehow without requisite reams of reading materials or drawing materials or camera, on a wildly windy day, I left the cabin pissed off, popped on a lifejacket, dragged an old canoe into the waters, and took off.
I weighed maybe 120 at the time , and mysteriously enough, the heavy ancient thing took off in the wind, skimming sideways across the water, slamming into one tiny outcropping after another . I'd of course never been in a canoe , and struggled with the oars, promptly losing one.
Even if I had yelled , no one would have heard me over the winds . So I did what we do when we've made ridiculous inestimable mistakes .
I tracked a plan of the small bits of land I'd need to get to in order to leap frog my way back, the way you do on perilous icy nights on the road , touching base with your car tires on the small dry places that still give traction, in order to get on home.
A few hours later, I was safely on land once again, dragged the big old thing up onto the shore, struggled back into the cabin, and fell into bed til the next day.
Sometimes in ensuing years, difficult times seem just like that . It sometimes seems as if I won't be able to come round with the unwieldy self I have, won't be able to avoid capsizing ( do canoes capsize?) and I'll certainly be a goner . I fear I certainly won't have what it takes to find a tenable path back to land and sustenance and a chance at survival into a reasonable life.
Which is why, though you would never wish others to do questionable things with terrible judgement , still, like an actor or artist, we use what we have.
We make use of the victories we've managed, no matter the circumstance , to let ourselves know that in actuality, sometimes, we are capable of great and powerful saves.
6.12.16 Crash
Roaring winds cleansed
nature's palate today,
bringing limbs and trees and power lines crashing to the
ground.
6.12.16 Our business
isn't to second guess
others
and take care of them .
Our business is to listen to our intuitive self ,
refrain from letting our mind make up stories
and take care of them .
Our business is to listen to our intuitive self ,
refrain from letting our mind make up stories
about our perceptions ,
and step off clearly into
living our own life.
and step off clearly into
living our own life.