Come to the edge, he said.
We are afraid they said.
Come to the edge, he said.
They came to the edge,
He pushed them and they flew.
~ Guilliam Apollinaire, French Poet
This little poem holds the essence of what I [and others]
call BEing Brave. When we go to the edge, fear and all, when we allow for the
abject terror that arises in us and DO IT ANYWAY, we are exploring our edges.
When, too, as Albert Einstein said, we “Never lose a holy
curiosity,” we can know [despite all of what we think and have been told or
simply come to BElieve] we are in the territory of “edges.”
And it is by exploring these edges, bumping into them,
shoving them aside like branches as we carve a path through the woods, that
growth and real change happen, even as we protest and declare that we canNOT
abide CHANGE.
For my part, Exploring Edges has pretty much been my Life
these past several years. Everything I knew and took for granted [yes, there is
the trouble…] vanished literally overnight. And even if I was a catalyst [or
THE catalyst] I am quite sure I would NOT have said I wanted to lose
everything.
At least NOT like I did. Without even catching my breath…
I love you, Currie
1 comment:
Thank you Currie, this post meant a lot to me on my BIRTHDAY and not really being in this joyous birthday mood. You reminded me on those edges I enjoyed so much to explore, which seem to take all power away from me right now. But I am still standing on the edges and surrender in the pull and push and when it is time, I let go and free fall into life, Life will catch me. Smiles to you, Anke :)
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