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For whatever reason this morning as I peruse the blogs (logues) so finely written by so many on here, I find myself connecting one to the other as fluidly as if they were all somehow written in tandem, by distant agreement with not so much as a whisper from one writer to one another.
These written descriptions of human relationship, whether in poetry form, merely venting or told in story form, all tie together with some phase, journey or conclusion of the human experience. The inherent factor in each work being that each writer tells a compelling story I am fairly certain is only an inkling of their back story.
Coincidentally, I have been giving a great deal of thought to roles humans assume in relation to others. For example, a familiar (ie: husband, long time friend, close relative) takes the liberty of omitting the humane kindness and respect they would naturally give others without even noticing the slow erosion of the relationship until you no longer want to spend time with them. They may sit wondering why that is. They may never even wonder. I don’t wonder. Nor do I wander far from what life shows me. I know why it isn’t any longer. So does anyone who has walked the rude road.
Hold that position, I say, no closed fist but with an open hand and heart in synchronicity with wiser, quiet eyes. My eyes have observed and witnessed much. My mind carries visions sealed in dark frames I would rather purge. But it is often witnessing the darkness that has proven most revealing with a glimmer of behind and beyond to what is yet humanly possible.
My own love has known heights of oxygen in other galaxies, utterly breathless as I flew so effortlessly into the unknown depths of meteorite canyons severely inadequate to hold my vast pain. Yet, love returns. There is no cliff too high to leap from nor valley too low for soft landing. My heart knows contradiction is the human stance.
My spirit knows hope the only guide as we wend our way toward the eventuality awaiting all of us.
Yes, hold that position, I say.
Hold that position.
(c) JAM 15Jan2012
What a fabulous post Janice!! Really, really enjoyed this one
hugs and love, Terri
Glad you so enjoyed, Terri, thank you for visiting yet again, see your pages soon xo
Janice
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Thanks for the nomination, you are very kind for shining on me. I will share the love as soon as I possibly can
I agree. Fabulous post.
The image of an open hand rather than closed fist reminds me of something I learned when struggling with how to let go of expectations surrounding a precious relationship. I didn’t want to abandon the relationship, but holding on was too painful.
Someone more learned in Buddhism than I said that the pain was from hanging on with a tight fist. If I released the tight fist with palm turned downward, the relationship would fall to oblivion. But if I released the fist with palm turned upward, I could relax and the relationship would still be supported. I found my answer.
Hope you do, too…
Ah, how wise those words. I once won a very stiff job competition because I sat in the interview with my palms facing upward and the two who interviewed me knew I was “open, sincere” as they put it, and could not get me out of their heads over all the other more academically qualified candidates. I did very well in the position because I loved what it was about: quality childcare.
Answers. Well. I’m not sure anything is ever definitively answerable. Happen we may all be seekers and not even know it. Perhaps the answer is not seeking. Hmmmm thanks for the inspiration, wise woman
Off to write yet again,
Yours in soulfulness,
Janice
My favorite part is the ‘heights of oxygen’ line. Well written, keep it up!!
Thank you, writer woman, see your pages soon
Very well said! Beautiful post.
Pleased you enjoyed, Jeff, writer of much that is beautiful, himself. Love your messages.
The rude road. I know it well. Another beautiful post.
Ah, don’t we all. But that does not mean we must continue traversing it. Opting off. Unless you really p*ss me off. Which I very much doubt, we think so much alike, LOL LOL
Well now the cats out of the bag. I can’t piss you off now. I’ll have to pick someone else.
What! The cat was out of the bag again??? LOL No wonder I was so ticked off. I told you to keep that cat in the bag until I say so. Burlap being breathable and all. LOL LOL