Fear

While Fear is, indeed, a most useful Ally in our human quest to survive …

Left unchecked, he easily becomes our most powerful of Adversaries ...

warring against all of our hopes and desires to flourish, and to thrive.

John-Michael

21 October 2012

 

 

 

The Risk

He who says nothing,

will ne'er be misinterpreted.

Nor will he contribute,

to either clarity, or understanding.

He must be willing

to risk the former ...

To entertain any hope

for the latter.

John-Michael

21 August 2012

Occupied, Present, and Engaged

We held hands ... Madison and I ... as the Attendant wheeled me down the hallways and out the door of the Hospital. Swinging our arms, we chatted about ... who knows what ... it didn't really matter. We were just enjoying being together. We giggled. We laughed. We questioned stuff that Grownups don't discuss ... magic, colors (our favorites and the differences between them), drawing ... good stuff like that.

My Inner Child was totally at home with with this precious child. How glorious!

This bright, inquisitive, creative little Person instinctively and concretely knew that I was fully Present ... unreservedly Engaged ... and completely Occupied in that Moment. There was no desire to pull away, or move on to other interests, on either of our parts. We both sensed that this was a totally genuine and complete happening ... nothing held in reserve or hidden. We were safe and secure in each other.

I have absolutely no interest in "growing" past that level of authenticity.

Thank you Madison,
Uncle Mike


 

Playing For Change | Mexico Lindo y Querido

Playing For Change | Mexico Lindo y Querido

Linger, Tarry, Indulge

I am a horrid Travel Companion. I frustrate and fluster my partners. While they are eager to hurry and see more and more of whatever there is to see, I am compelled to tarry. It is my way. My right-brain dominated senses cannot take in the essence or nature of a setting or sight in fleeting haste. I must dwell in that set of stimuli in order to process it all. Then, and only then, am I able to appreciate, ingest, and celebrate what is offered.
It is so, for me, with every element and aspect of life. I do not recall having ever been totally sated with any indulgence in experiential foreplay. I have an unquenchable desire for the prolonging of every exchange of sensory awakenings. The climax of an experience spells an end to the magic of the arousal. And, be it physical. Intellectual, or ideological, I thrill in the adventure of every aspect of each unique moment.
So, please save yourself the exasperation of my company if you are inclined to hasten toward something beyond the ‘right now.’ I will be lingering with, and savouring, what is. I will be slowly inhaling the aromas and sampling the textures of the smallest and simplest of each note and tone constituting the symphony of this moment.
I do invite You, Dear One, to consider abiding (for just a wee little bit) with me. Know the joys of dwelling in this singular Present, and Place. Grant your Self, sweet repose, in a giddy bit of lollygagging.

[a loving smile]





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When I speak … I speak in the dialect of my Interlocutor.
When I write … I write in the dialect of my Soul.

The two are slowly ... tediously ... becoming one;
That I may know ... and be known.

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