Monday, June 26, 2006
Monday June 26, 2006 - Year 4, Day 98 – forever and always
13C/55F, skies & path clear, quiet – nothing in our way – just Monday morning buzz as traffic hums in the distance taking weary weekenders to work, exhausted but exhilarated by thoughts of a long holiday weekend looming 5 days ahead
en garde means ‘to be ready’, it defines the position fencers take before a bout begins, a warning to be on guard; in conversation sometimes we need to be en garde before investigative questioning begins
not everyone is on-guard all the time; it can be like drilling hard rock, forever
or it can be a simple penetration of an easy opening, not always, but sometimes
always - easier to be driller than drillee - always
everyone has defenses & fences & walls; be they a long established private core stuff or de-fences that separate areas of lives lived in compartments, or barriers raised again because some hurt revisited along the way causing us to rebuild the fortress we worked so hard to tear down
thrust & parry of verbal fencing when someone is determined to get to the heart of matters is challenging to fend off; it reveals much, stings a little sometimes
it can be painful or spectacular, it can leave us skewered or stimulate, or both
when it is slow, gentle, relentlessness (like water torture) it continues until cracks open, superfluous waste drains away revealing in its place what is really there
sometimes intense investigation reveal deep truths, sometimes they are just conversation; sometimes they matter a lot, sometimes not much
mostly, they matter
extreme pawing-through-the-hay experiences, often coming up empty-handed; rarely coming up with the needle that lives in that haystack
looking for clues, pieces, bits & pieces, remnants of long ago when the need to be guarded did not exist, when the desire to be private was less practiced, less effective, less real; testing boundaries, probing, asking, listening, exploring – but what are they looking for?
in fencing, if one is not en garde, defeat can come quickly; it has many names; defeat, conquer, vanquish, beat, rout, subdue, subjugate, overcome - meaning to triumph over an adversary
deep within this haystack, there are some needles
if not on-guard, someone pawing through my haystack will inevitably find my needles, my true feelings, my deepest thoughts – dark ones & pure ones, sweet & the sour too
triumph in this sense is a joint victory, hurting someone is often labeled harsh failure but more often it is just a difficult or painful step
it is all new, be careful, step carefully – en garde!
whether we explore & probe with someone new or rediscover truths with old friends, there is much that is important, worth listing to
question & listen, question & listen, question & listen - it matters
I am asking many questions, being asked many more in return
I’ve been here before, I know the way
rarely are we not guarded, rarely does it get better than we are not guarded
this bankable truth can be counted on, forever and always
Mark
en garde means ‘to be ready’, it defines the position fencers take before a bout begins, a warning to be on guard; in conversation sometimes we need to be en garde before investigative questioning begins
not everyone is on-guard all the time; it can be like drilling hard rock, forever
or it can be a simple penetration of an easy opening, not always, but sometimes
always - easier to be driller than drillee - always
everyone has defenses & fences & walls; be they a long established private core stuff or de-fences that separate areas of lives lived in compartments, or barriers raised again because some hurt revisited along the way causing us to rebuild the fortress we worked so hard to tear down
thrust & parry of verbal fencing when someone is determined to get to the heart of matters is challenging to fend off; it reveals much, stings a little sometimes
it can be painful or spectacular, it can leave us skewered or stimulate, or both
when it is slow, gentle, relentlessness (like water torture) it continues until cracks open, superfluous waste drains away revealing in its place what is really there
sometimes intense investigation reveal deep truths, sometimes they are just conversation; sometimes they matter a lot, sometimes not much
mostly, they matter
extreme pawing-through-the-hay experiences, often coming up empty-handed; rarely coming up with the needle that lives in that haystack
looking for clues, pieces, bits & pieces, remnants of long ago when the need to be guarded did not exist, when the desire to be private was less practiced, less effective, less real; testing boundaries, probing, asking, listening, exploring – but what are they looking for?
in fencing, if one is not en garde, defeat can come quickly; it has many names; defeat, conquer, vanquish, beat, rout, subdue, subjugate, overcome - meaning to triumph over an adversary
deep within this haystack, there are some needles
if not on-guard, someone pawing through my haystack will inevitably find my needles, my true feelings, my deepest thoughts – dark ones & pure ones, sweet & the sour too
triumph in this sense is a joint victory, hurting someone is often labeled harsh failure but more often it is just a difficult or painful step
it is all new, be careful, step carefully – en garde!
whether we explore & probe with someone new or rediscover truths with old friends, there is much that is important, worth listing to
question & listen, question & listen, question & listen - it matters
I am asking many questions, being asked many more in return
I’ve been here before, I know the way
rarely are we not guarded, rarely does it get better than we are not guarded
this bankable truth can be counted on, forever and always
Mark
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