Connection Re-visited

Connection Re-visited

A Story by Emily B
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sudden insight when I should have been somewhere else

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     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.

 

© 2010 Emily B


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Emily B
I still don't know where these words came from. They seem like strangers to me. But here they are. And maybe I still believe them.

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"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]

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Makes sense to me. Good stuff Emily, per usual!

Posted 14 Years Ago


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it reminds me of something i read by Bernard Shaw...a short story...titled ''The cat in rain''perhaps..very enjoyable,Em...

Posted 14 Years Ago


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I met a new friend in September of last year - slowly we have realised that our lives have so many 'forbidden' conversations that we can now share to each other. It's very liberating. A wonderful write Emily.

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Posted 14 Years Ago


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I like the insightfulness of this piece, but I disagree that, "It isn't affection that we are craving at all, but understanding." I think the, "Someone who can explain the oddities inherent to the path we are walking," and the, "One who can shine light on our doubts," is the very person who knows how to offer the very type of affection we need and crave. This kind of connection is the best kind of affection.

Very thought provoking piece here. Thanks for the read.

RLG,
Tommy


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Posted 14 Years Ago


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It would be nice I suppose if such connections existed. I've never found them except in reading books written by men long dead. I guess that means I'm a dinosaur. :o)

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Posted 14 Years Ago


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So true! Well said.

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Posted 15 Years Ago


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I can really relate to your well-expressed thought. In particular I relate to this in terms of looking outside myself for answers, usually not to a particular person, but to the maps and tracings left over time by explorers into similar regions of unknown to those I have disappeared into myself.

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Posted 15 Years Ago


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... and when we find those connections, how good it is, for sharing with one who understands eases our mind and satisfies our inner need...

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Posted 15 Years Ago


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This longing to connect attracts me to this work...i found the words 'gravitational pull' very well used especially after i saw this doco-Laws of Attraction...it is very insightful to note that at times our primitive ot natural longings/urges are a formidable force...i would recommend it to my friend who seems to intellectualise too much, he would enjoy this (i hope), or least show him that the mind sometimes takes a paragidm shift to varying spheres...good stuff...
fr Martin See (formerly Fish)

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