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


Author's Note

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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Whatever or wherever in life you are, that is exactly where you are supposed to be. There are no wrong paths. Granted, ugly things can appear on that path, but the ugly are tests. Tests of your essence, of the thing that makes you you. Tests of your soul. Most fail miserably at these tests and never recover. They never get back on the path, they wallow in their failure and thus become ensnared in an inextricable web of unreality. When one acknowledges the tests, and take them as such, they maneuver easily, for they WANT to be free to comprehend the next test. No person, dis-ease or situation can stymie a person unless that person wants to be IN the situation. Everything that happens to a person happens because that happening is exactly what IS supposed to be happening to the person at that time. The person must be wise enough though, to understand that he/she is in control and observing the happening as it happens to them.

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Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

No kidding. that makes completely sense, though I never would have been able to form it quite like that in my head. maybe you should be a life coach? haha... just kidding.

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Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Nicely put. I often think humanity is just pack animals looking for an alpha to lead us to better hunting grounds. In place of the alpha we have pop stars, sports heroes, and political pundits. On a personal level we have replaced the wizened with google. Thanks for your thoughts.

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Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Yes, the unknown and what too expect! I too can relate to these words of having a true friend. Friend too me is like what my Grandfather expressed as a human being who thinks like you and understands. Too have a connection with people who do not necessarily have all the answers but willingly by choice, join you in our quests for answers to life. Live your life simple and have simple thoughts for if you make complications it only creates doubt. Thanks for your words! You have inspired me. Brings a lot of memories of true friends who have gone ahead of me in life and at times I feel sad but at the same time I am glad to know I have someone pulling for me on the other side. Flawless!

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Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I get this/you 100%

I think it's only when we are younger or if we stay un self actualized for a lack of stability that we remain unaware of this.

We need many people in our lives, those that play different but equally intense roles, like a tested warrior to run behind, to lead us out out of the confusion of our battles.

There's no shame in it indeed.

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Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

No fault what-so-ever.

This isn't a poem. This isn't a story. I'm not sure what it is; however, in it, I feel the gravity of adoration pulling two things together. Does that make this a recipe for communion, communing, community? I wonder.

I love that your fingers think outloud.

Ebreezy

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Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

office open, 5 cents, please...

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Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You so wisely put into words a thought that jiggles at the edge of our minds, but we just do not acknowledge. But you did so wonderfully and creatively. You answered the question "Why did God make friends?" Because he is extremely busy and does not always have a moment to talk so he will provide you with someone that can explain things to you, allay a fear or just be there for you. Doesn't matter what sex, color, sexual orientation, age or IQ. The only thing that matters is that you fulfilled a void in each others life or just helped each other in some tiny way. You are a very talented writer and wise woman.

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Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Indeed we do, and this world is indeed a "strange land".
Wonderfully expressed, in a straight-talking but language-orientated way.
Thanks for sharing this wisdom and reminding us.

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Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow!!!!!! you said such a mouthful, this is absolutely true. The example you have given, is perfect. Everyone should read this, because it is not something we would normally think about, until expressed by someone else as well as you have, with this insight.

Tony

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Posted 15 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.


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