Ray (being a very shy and introverted man) blushed with this extremely out-of –the-ordinary declaration and thanked me. “You are quite welcome” was my simple reply and I immediately returned my attention to the work that was before me, so that he would feel no requirement for further engagement. This “sense it, say it, leave it” (my words…not his) methodology, was gleaned from the teachings of Leo Buscaglia, a Teacher, Lecturer, and Motivator of the mid-to-late 1900’s. The key elements, as taught by him, were to ask (and by the asking make clear your respect for and appreciation of the ‘space’ of the other) for “forgiveness for the intrusion.” Then, after your message has been stated, remove yourself straightway to make clear the absence of any hidden agenda ... thereby giving a complete sense of safety, to the Individual upon whom you have just intruded.
Ray and I, over time, became quite good Friends. And it was on one of our more lengthy visits (which, with Ray, were hardly more than fifteen minutes… [for him constituting something of a marathon of dialog]) that he and I had the following exchange. “John-Michael, I have to tell you that I envy the frequent and varied relationships that you seem to enjoy. I am so shy and retiring that I could never be as open and free with myself as you are. It is clear that you do genuinely love all of these people with whom I see you interacting and they, you, in return. That is something that I must say that I do envy.” “Ray, My Dear Friend," I replied "I make love to all of the world around me every moment of every day. But, Ray, you speak of the glory and warmth of your relationship with your wife, who you clearly adore, and by your comments, make clear, to any observer, the fact that she participates equally in her adoration of you. You go home, after witnessing my daily love-fest with Life, to her ... and immerse yourself in the totality of that love. I go home alone. Ray… I envy you.” We exchanged understanding smiles.
“Making love to Life” is the most accurate portrayal of my living. Intimate engagement in the most compelling of life’s elements … the core of Life (for want of a better term) … is the level at which I sense, acknowledge, and respond to my World. I take no notice of roles or titles for I have played many roles in business, religion, society, and family … and have done so wearing the many varied ‘hats’ appropriate to the roles (and did it all quite well and even to the laudation of each relevant world). And, in the doing, I learned the temporal nature of such things … passing; for the moment; and then to be gone as though never there. But Love, whether revealed in unspoken, distant appreciation or intimate exchange for the briefest, or more prolonged, engagement … is forever.
I am simultaneously saddened, and challenged, by the climate of today’s social, political, religious, and cultural atmosphere. Anger, vehemence, criticism, castigation, condemnation, confrontation, and refusal to respect, appreciate, or even consider the perspective of another, is the comfortably accepted norm. I simply cannot participate in (what I consider to be) this sickness. The twisting of the Soul of a participant is the price-tag for involvement that I would rescue all within my domain from paying. I have chosen to demonstrate the satisfactions, joys, happiness, and comfort of embracing others in the exercise of admiration, recognition, appreciation, adulation, and yes, even love.
This choice of behavior is not without pitfalls. I have found no models after which I may follow. There are, to my knowledge, no systems for the practice of such behavior that would have all potential misunderstandings and miscues worked out. I, therefore, find myself blazing a new trail with all of the elements of risk and even danger befitting such an adventure. But the quest is far and away worth the scrapes and bruises encountered along the way. I can endure the passing looks of skepticism, doubt, uncertainty, and even rejection encountered (thankfully ... with extreme rarity) amongst the more frequent and almost constant smiles of appreciation, satisfaction, enjoyment, and even surprised delight that my behavior evokes. This is “making love to my world” as I am called by the conviction of my Heart to practice it.
(originally penned, 2004)
Please accept my invitation to spend a few moments with some Friends who express my convictions ... in their own, beautiful, way ...
Peace Through Music Film Clip: Playing for Change from Playing For Change on Vimeo.
I do Love You, my Dear Friend ... and thank You for sharing these moments with Me.
IMAGES: Through the gracious courtesy of Ian Britton, FreeFoto.com
9 comments:
Thank you, John Michael. x
I thank You, Alaine, my Dear, for your thoughtful kindness.
Lovingly ...
thank you for both the story and the video. my spirit needed both this morning and the respite found here along with the hope through music in 3 nations torn by so much strife were a much appreciated source of refreshment.
In the midst of a particularly deep period of Darkness and Melancholy ... your Presence, My Darling Lime, whispered a tender message of "Maybe you being here does matter." And that softly whispered note is so meaningful in this Moment of my life, that You made an immense difference in my Being ... right now. I am humbly grateful!
Loving You ...
Every time I come here, I gain some wonderful new insight. Every time. God bless you, John-Michael. I love you.
Jim, my Dear SulDog Friend ... How infinitely precious you are to me! I find myself stilled ... and quieted in allowing a moment of dwelling in the Spirit of your Heart's compassionate care and Love. Nothing in life could possibly be more lovely.
This beautiful Gift that is our wonder-filled Friendship, is a Treasure that I am so grateful for!
Loving You, Dear Jim ...
big hugs, my friend. glad we could provide a little of what we each needed.
Making Love To ... and ... Accepting Love From ... Life.
Delicious!
I like loving You, Lime, my Darlin' ...
John-Michael, thank you! Your heart, mind and spirit are a gift that you've given to me.
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