sudden insight when I should have been somewhere else
Sometimes a certain gravitational pull toward someone in your world isn't romantic at all. I guess most of us know this on some level or another. We look for someone who can explain the oddities inherent to the path we are walking. We seek the one who can shine light on our doubts. It isn't affection that we are craving at all, but understanding.
Imagine yourself stranded in a strange land. Mysteries of nature surround you at every turn and you comprehend nothing that you meet. You will search for the one who has met these mysteries before and unravelled their depths. Maybe it is primitive urges, more primitive than procreation, an early form of tribal survival.
We want someone to ease our fears. We want someone to ascertain our sanity in the face of the incredible. We want someone to reassure us when we feel otherwise lost. There is no fault in such connections.
"ascertain our sanity in the face of the incredible"
exquisite writing
you know someone was talking about deer hunting..just after the house fire
and I recalled the plaque/painting of the deer in the shed that I was keeping the food on for my cat
and I said
"it reminds me that this is a photographer's version of shooting a deer"
I wrote a poem once about my other cat, and it was "the cobra shaped window handle bites my concentration camp" [she had hit her head and I realized it was this metal handle this twisted the plastic windows open and it looked like a cobra; it was from jumping up to the window when she wasn't careful; and the poem was figurative, exploring my own past, etc..]
completely figurative and not finished or posted anywhere
my writer friend/editor emails me half way through writing it. He had a lucid dream about being in a concentration camp. He was crying when he wrote it.
this is when I truly knew my words had power and connections held great responsibility...I learned this in 2007 bin a way that once you see it, you are forever changed, for better or worse. And how could anyone ever convince me that consciousness is not a powerful force ever again?
this is well written and beautiful, and sometimes our friends understand where it comes from even better than we do..this is why I love having friends that grip their insecurities and vulnerabilities and are willing to fail and lament at the attempts at understanding it all
because only in this state can we function [as individuals and collectively] according to our true nature[s]
. brilliant insight, emily ... absolutely brilliant ... i don't even have the words to tell you how accurate and revealing each observation of yours is ... i am completely overwhelmed ... i loved this line especially -- "We want someone to ascertain our sanity in the face of the incredible." ... i think throughout this post, you've articulated all that i wish i could have read ... am fortunate to read these words, emily ... truly fortunate ... you helped me understand so much ...
well do not fight the words that dance so well on this page! I'm glad they came - what a wonderfully written piece - sudden insight at its best - a little glimpse into something - the last paragraph is so apt and then the finishing line "there is no fault in such connections" hmm indeed!! nice!!
"ascertain our sanity in the face of the incredible"
exquisite writing
you know someone was talking about deer hunting..just after the house fire
and I recalled the plaque/painting of the deer in the shed that I was keeping the food on for my cat
and I said
"it reminds me that this is a photographer's version of shooting a deer"
I wrote a poem once about my other cat, and it was "the cobra shaped window handle bites my concentration camp" [she had hit her head and I realized it was this metal handle this twisted the plastic windows open and it looked like a cobra; it was from jumping up to the window when she wasn't careful; and the poem was figurative, exploring my own past, etc..]
completely figurative and not finished or posted anywhere
my writer friend/editor emails me half way through writing it. He had a lucid dream about being in a concentration camp. He was crying when he wrote it.
this is when I truly knew my words had power and connections held great responsibility...I learned this in 2007 bin a way that once you see it, you are forever changed, for better or worse. And how could anyone ever convince me that consciousness is not a powerful force ever again?
this is well written and beautiful, and sometimes our friends understand where it comes from even better than we do..this is why I love having friends that grip their insecurities and vulnerabilities and are willing to fail and lament at the attempts at understanding it all
because only in this state can we function [as individuals and collectively] according to our true nature[s]
We look for someone who can explain the oddities inherent to the path we are walking. We seek the one who can shine light on our doubts. It isn't affection that we are craving at all, but understanding.
And such is the first gentle stirrings of love...build on a plateau of common ground and balancing each other out. Love this!
aha! i must read this over, again in the future to better review. as right now i am at a loss for words. for now: this write reminds me of the present, how i feel right now. and the gratitude we feel towards these people
and we are all...still searching...a few get lucky...but most just settle....
with words being strangers, i have that sometimes as well...people whom memorize poetry always quote a line of my stuff to me and i'm like "who wrote that?" and they just roll their eyes...
"We want someone to ascertain our sanity in the face of the incredible."
A beautiful line ! This finishes in a negative deference though and it is such a positive read. "Fault" belongs to the realms of shame and in these connections there is only life and enlightenment...but I absolutely love the whole piece.
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..