…………… like a great relationship,
requires mutual participation.
Without the efforts of two people,
nothing wonderful can develop
when just one person is
willing to share themselves with another.
Whether it is in love,
in bed or even at lunch,
when one provides
and the other is incapable
of meaningful participation,
what fulfillment can come
from such an encounter?
Which of course,
is my way of saying(?)
I’m not just deleting you,
I’m also releasing
you more fully
back into yourself!
Please, enjoy the moon
as it beckons again
tonight.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Monday, February 06, 2006
Lessons learned
After awhile you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn that love doesn't mean possession
and company doesn't mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses
aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises
and you begin to accept
your defeats with your head up
and your eyes ahead
with the grace of an adult
not the grief of a child.
And you learn
to build your roads today
because tomorrow's ground
is too uncertain for plans
and futures have ways
of falling down in mid-flight.
After awhile
you learn that
even sunshine
burns if you get too much
so you plant your
own garden
and decorate
your own soul
instead of waiting
for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that
you really can endure
that you really are strong
and you really do have worth
and you learn.......
……………..to love freely,
without unfettered strings attached!
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn that love doesn't mean possession
and company doesn't mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses
aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises
and you begin to accept
your defeats with your head up
and your eyes ahead
with the grace of an adult
not the grief of a child.
And you learn
to build your roads today
because tomorrow's ground
is too uncertain for plans
and futures have ways
of falling down in mid-flight.
After awhile
you learn that
even sunshine
burns if you get too much
so you plant your
own garden
and decorate
your own soul
instead of waiting
for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that
you really can endure
that you really are strong
and you really do have worth
and you learn.......
……………..to love freely,
without unfettered strings attached!
Monday, January 02, 2006
In the beginning(s),
God created man,
who subsequently found himself,
alone.
Seeing this,
God was kind enough to craft from the man,
Woman.
Another who from within,
could stand with the man
and complete his life from the opposite,
and/or at least external point of view.
Marriage thus was consummated!
Oddly enough though,
marriage is often no longer a union of the souls,
as it is a contractual agreement.
Question then,
do not geese have a life long partner?
Why then should a Woman not have the same?
Is she not as capable,
as steadfast, as a bird?
Are not men able to put aside
their worldly ambitions
and seek to hold dear
the ambitions spoken
and honorably contained in their vows
and commitments
towards their wives?
If then,
"to have and to hold"
is not a slogan,
then it must be an attainable goal.
For to come full circle in my thought(s),
the goal is to be with another,
not to be with myself.
The goal of marriage
is the relinquishing
of your will to another,
and so to achieve this goal,
consideration must be given
to the one with whom you seek to wed;
Is he a believer in the premise of marriage,
or just a one wanting to hold you
within the framework of a relational contract.
As for the woman,
does she posses
the desire to see you
through the ages,
or only a one seeking
that which is good and safe
in the now?
Marriage,
oddly enough
is about forever.
Forever my man.
Forever your woman.
Forever no matter!
Anything less than that
is not a marriage at all.
Anything less than that
is actually just another
relational construct
for the here and now,
not tomorrow and always.
Which could be good too,
but not the reason
you were crafted from
within though!
who subsequently found himself,
alone.
Seeing this,
God was kind enough to craft from the man,
Woman.
Another who from within,
could stand with the man
and complete his life from the opposite,
and/or at least external point of view.
Marriage thus was consummated!
Oddly enough though,
marriage is often no longer a union of the souls,
as it is a contractual agreement.
Question then,
do not geese have a life long partner?
Why then should a Woman not have the same?
Is she not as capable,
as steadfast, as a bird?
Are not men able to put aside
their worldly ambitions
and seek to hold dear
the ambitions spoken
and honorably contained in their vows
and commitments
towards their wives?
If then,
"to have and to hold"
is not a slogan,
then it must be an attainable goal.
For to come full circle in my thought(s),
the goal is to be with another,
not to be with myself.
The goal of marriage
is the relinquishing
of your will to another,
and so to achieve this goal,
consideration must be given
to the one with whom you seek to wed;
Is he a believer in the premise of marriage,
or just a one wanting to hold you
within the framework of a relational contract.
As for the woman,
does she posses
the desire to see you
through the ages,
or only a one seeking
that which is good and safe
in the now?
Marriage,
oddly enough
is about forever.
Forever my man.
Forever your woman.
Forever no matter!
Anything less than that
is not a marriage at all.
Anything less than that
is actually just another
relational construct
for the here and now,
not tomorrow and always.
Which could be good too,
but not the reason
you were crafted from
within though!
Thursday, September 01, 2005
Explanations
Life is not external!
For:
Love,
like laughter
comes from within.
For:
Love,
like a smile,
is born from something we think,
more so than what we feel.
And yet;
Love,
like a river though,
can also cause harm and become dangerous,
when not upon its path,
or contained within its course.
I started to think about this
when I received yet another image
of a cross legged woman.
Not that it matters,
but:
there really is more to what a man seeks
from within you
than what can be readily seen
from the photo of a cross legged female!
Even if
that's all you think,
you have to offer him.
For:
Love,
like laughter
comes from within.
For:
Love,
like a smile,
is born from something we think,
more so than what we feel.
And yet;
Love,
like a river though,
can also cause harm and become dangerous,
when not upon its path,
or contained within its course.
I started to think about this
when I received yet another image
of a cross legged woman.
Not that it matters,
but:
there really is more to what a man seeks
from within you
than what can be readily seen
from the photo of a cross legged female!
Even if
that's all you think,
you have to offer him.
Friday, July 15, 2005
Dreaming
Last night as I lost my way into the night, I dreamed of a future that included you in way that I was unfamiliar with.
Seems that in my recollection, I was folding laundry when the phone rang. Hello I said into the handset, only to be startled by your “hello my love”. Odd actually, I seemed to sense more than know that it was you.
Hi, I said in return, is your day going well? “What with the phones ringing and people popping their heads in, I may never get home on time”, you state rather quickly.
Hmn…………… anything you’d like for dinner I ask?
“Seared scallops, roasted vegetables, and an over chilled chardonnay would be nice!” “I’ll call you from the freeway and let you know when I’m within an hour to home.” “By the way, can you draw me a bath too?”
Surely, I answer. For what else could your man say?
Yet laying there after (for I seem to be able to 3rd person my dreams quite well), I was left wondering about the strength within you.
This part of you that needs me all to deeply, and yet, is prepared to control as much of yourself as I’m willing to allow.
Still, I found it unusual to think of you in this way.
Seems that in my recollection, I was folding laundry when the phone rang. Hello I said into the handset, only to be startled by your “hello my love”. Odd actually, I seemed to sense more than know that it was you.
Hi, I said in return, is your day going well? “What with the phones ringing and people popping their heads in, I may never get home on time”, you state rather quickly.
Hmn…………… anything you’d like for dinner I ask?
“Seared scallops, roasted vegetables, and an over chilled chardonnay would be nice!” “I’ll call you from the freeway and let you know when I’m within an hour to home.” “By the way, can you draw me a bath too?”
Surely, I answer. For what else could your man say?
Yet laying there after (for I seem to be able to 3rd person my dreams quite well), I was left wondering about the strength within you.
This part of you that needs me all to deeply, and yet, is prepared to control as much of yourself as I’m willing to allow.
Still, I found it unusual to think of you in this way.
Saturday, June 18, 2005
Hmn...
In all honesty:
The beauty of meeting another
is not so much the new reality,
Nor the clarity of purpose,
though to finally know who
and what you like in another
can be and is devastating each time it happens.
Yet the true and pure essence
of meeting your muse is that right then,
there are no excuses.
Now there is only the soft note
of a love that will neither leave you,
Nor forsake you,
Even when you know,
That to give in to it,
Is to die to all that you've believed about yourself,
And the world around you.
Therefore:
Is it cruel to say,
May your tears flow like the majestic river
That has poured off the mountains
That surround you now,
Pure,Clear,
Swift,
Icy cold,
And very much,
Alive!
Well then,
For right now,
May your tears be
All that you know and love,
Forever.
In the between, may what you share here, radiate into your personal orbits as well!
The beauty of meeting another
is not so much the new reality,
Nor the clarity of purpose,
though to finally know who
and what you like in another
can be and is devastating each time it happens.
Yet the true and pure essence
of meeting your muse is that right then,
there are no excuses.
Now there is only the soft note
of a love that will neither leave you,
Nor forsake you,
Even when you know,
That to give in to it,
Is to die to all that you've believed about yourself,
And the world around you.
Therefore:
Is it cruel to say,
May your tears flow like the majestic river
That has poured off the mountains
That surround you now,
Pure,Clear,
Swift,
Icy cold,
And very much,
Alive!
Well then,
For right now,
May your tears be
All that you know and love,
Forever.
In the between, may what you share here, radiate into your personal orbits as well!
Monday, June 06, 2005
Night
Last night as I lay in bed,
I could feel your arms around me.
Holding me, comforting me,
loving me.
In my dreams,
I could feel your body,
laying next to mine.
Cradling me,
comforting me,
loving me.
Waking to the morning sun,
I realize it was only a dream,
having your arms
and your body next to mine.
Holding me,
comforting me,
loving me.
I wait for the next time
you enter my dreams.
In anticipation of your arms
wrapped around me,
holding me,
comforting me,
loving me.
For I know someday,
my dreams may become
a reality.
I could feel your arms around me.
Holding me, comforting me,
loving me.
In my dreams,
I could feel your body,
laying next to mine.
Cradling me,
comforting me,
loving me.
Waking to the morning sun,
I realize it was only a dream,
having your arms
and your body next to mine.
Holding me,
comforting me,
loving me.
I wait for the next time
you enter my dreams.
In anticipation of your arms
wrapped around me,
holding me,
comforting me,
loving me.
For I know someday,
my dreams may become
a reality.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
Anon:
Someday,
we will float
Wave, upon wave
In calm azure waters
Your soul and mine
Between heavenly skies
And crystal ocean
We shall ebb and flow
Entwined in warmth
As the universe evolves
Stars form and die
Our love will ride
As whispers in the wind
Always and forever
We will remain
we will float
Wave, upon wave
In calm azure waters
Your soul and mine
Between heavenly skies
And crystal ocean
We shall ebb and flow
Entwined in warmth
As the universe evolves
Stars form and die
Our love will ride
As whispers in the wind
Always and forever
We will remain
Sunday, May 08, 2005
What was her name again(?):
When the earth is embraced by the velvet night
and the stars shed their silver lining,
I close my eyes, and can see you sleeping.
You lie amid soft linen,
sleeping, gently.
Your eyes are closed,
lost to the world of sweet dreams.
Each gentle rise and
fall of your chest is rhythmic,
strong as your dark form moves
beneath the glow of starlight.
And I watch on,
breathless,
while the moon's silver hand
glides through the parted curtain,
caressing your bare chest.
I wonder why,
soothed by the peacefulness
of the dreamy world of sleep,
my heart knows no rest(?).
and the stars shed their silver lining,
I close my eyes, and can see you sleeping.
You lie amid soft linen,
sleeping, gently.
Your eyes are closed,
lost to the world of sweet dreams.
Each gentle rise and
fall of your chest is rhythmic,
strong as your dark form moves
beneath the glow of starlight.
And I watch on,
breathless,
while the moon's silver hand
glides through the parted curtain,
caressing your bare chest.
I wonder why,
soothed by the peacefulness
of the dreamy world of sleep,
my heart knows no rest(?).
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Thursday
Often,
and even when I least expect it,
the rains will come and I'll find my paper walls depleted.
This time though,
as the rains fell,
I smiled.
Actually, I thought of you and then I smiled.
Thanks!
and even when I least expect it,
the rains will come and I'll find my paper walls depleted.
This time though,
as the rains fell,
I smiled.
Actually, I thought of you and then I smiled.
Thanks!
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Still
In the distance that seperates us, one from the other,
I think the most important lesson to understand is honesty.
For without my ability to belive in you,
why should it matter to me if you're you, or another?
Niether of you matter without the truth anyway!
So in the between then,
read and try to understand,
for without words, who can still be listening?
Surely, not the Moon, nor I.
I think the most important lesson to understand is honesty.
For without my ability to belive in you,
why should it matter to me if you're you, or another?
Niether of you matter without the truth anyway!
So in the between then,
read and try to understand,
for without words, who can still be listening?
Surely, not the Moon, nor I.
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Words!
Words, in and of themselves are often very beautiful to here and speak.
True enough, the insincere use of certain words has led to their becoming less significant than the original purpose behind them, but that is not what I came here to talk about today.Today, I just want to clarify a few words (as is my overall desire anyway).
Should you see yourself in these words, feel free to correct me, and/or yourself.
Our first word is: NICE
Nice adj 1: pleasant or pleasing or agreeable in nature or appearance; "what a nice fellow you are and we all thought you so nasty"- George Meredith; "nice manners"; "a nice dress"; "a nice face"; "a nice day"; "had a nice time at the party"; "the corn and tomatoes are nice today" [ant: nasty] 2: socially or conventionally correct; refined or virtuous; "from a decent family"; "a nice girl" [syn: decent] 3: done with delicacy and skill; "a nice bit of craft"; "a job requiring nice measurements with a micrometer"; "a nice shot" [syn: skillful] 4: excessively fastidious and easily disgusted; "too nice about his food to take to camp cooking"; "so squeamish he would only touch the toilet handle with his elbow" [syn: dainty, overnice, prissy, squeamish] 5: noting distinctions with nicety; "a discriminating interior designer"; "a nice sense of color"; "a nice point in the argument" [syn: discriminate] 6: exhibiting courtesy and politeness; "a nice gesture" [syn: courteous, gracious]
Our second word is: STRONG
Strong adj 1: having strength or power greater than average or expected; "a strong radio signal"; "strong medicine"; "a strong man" [ant: weak] 2: used of syllables or musical beats [syn: accented, heavy] 3: not faint or feeble; "a strong odor of burning rubber" 4: having or wielding force or authority; "providing the ground soldier with increasingly potent weapons" [syn: potent] 5: having a strong physiological or chemical effect; "a potent toxin"; "potent liquor"; "a potent cup of tea" [syn: potent] [ant: impotent] 6: able to withstand attack; "an impregnable fortress"; "fortifications that made the frontier inviolable" [syn: impregnable, inviolable, secure, unassailable, unattackable] 7: of good quality and condition; solidly built; "a solid foundation";
Our third word is: COOPERATIVE
Cooperative adj 1: involving the joint activity of two or more; "the attack was met by the combined strength of two divisions"; "concerted action"; "the conjunct influence of fire and strong dring"; "the conjunctive focus of political opposition"; "a cooperative effort"; "a united effort"; "joint military activities" [syn: combined, concerted, conjunct, conjunctive, united] 2: done with or working with others for a common purpose or benefit; "a cooperative effort" [ant: uncooperative] 3: willing to adjust to differences in order to obtain agreement [syn: accommodative]
Our fourth word is: LOVE
Love n 1: a strong positive emotion of regard and affection; "his love for his work"; "children need a lot of love" [ant: hate] 2: any object of warm affection or devotion; "the theater was her first love" or "he has a passion for cock fighting"; [syn: passion] 3: a beloved person; used as terms of endearment [syn: beloved, dear, dearest, loved one, honey] 4: a deep feeling of sexual desire and attraction; "their love left them indifferent to their surroundings"; "she was his first love" 5: a score of zero in tennis or squash; "it was 40 love"
Nice, Strong Cooperative, Love.
Words all!
Words, as you should know by now dear friend(s), are more to me than all of the pursuits any man could choose to follow other the greatest pursuit of all; the loving of our gracious and merciful God. Therefore, when you hear words from, and/or speak words into mylife, please be kind enough to make them words that we may both actually understand the meaning.
For otherwise, something truly wonderful can be destroyed, or even less beautiful, something not quite wonderful could be all that we have left...........................................
Words, in and of themselves are often very beautiful to here and speak.
True enough, the insincere use of certain words has led to their becoming less significant than the original purpose behind them, but that is not what I came here to talk about today.Today, I just want to clarify a few words (as is my overall desire anyway).
Should you see yourself in these words, feel free to correct me, and/or yourself.
Our first word is: NICE
Nice adj 1: pleasant or pleasing or agreeable in nature or appearance; "what a nice fellow you are and we all thought you so nasty"- George Meredith; "nice manners"; "a nice dress"; "a nice face"; "a nice day"; "had a nice time at the party"; "the corn and tomatoes are nice today" [ant: nasty] 2: socially or conventionally correct; refined or virtuous; "from a decent family"; "a nice girl" [syn: decent] 3: done with delicacy and skill; "a nice bit of craft"; "a job requiring nice measurements with a micrometer"; "a nice shot" [syn: skillful] 4: excessively fastidious and easily disgusted; "too nice about his food to take to camp cooking"; "so squeamish he would only touch the toilet handle with his elbow" [syn: dainty, overnice, prissy, squeamish] 5: noting distinctions with nicety; "a discriminating interior designer"; "a nice sense of color"; "a nice point in the argument" [syn: discriminate] 6: exhibiting courtesy and politeness; "a nice gesture" [syn: courteous, gracious]
Our second word is: STRONG
Strong adj 1: having strength or power greater than average or expected; "a strong radio signal"; "strong medicine"; "a strong man" [ant: weak] 2: used of syllables or musical beats [syn: accented, heavy] 3: not faint or feeble; "a strong odor of burning rubber" 4: having or wielding force or authority; "providing the ground soldier with increasingly potent weapons" [syn: potent] 5: having a strong physiological or chemical effect; "a potent toxin"; "potent liquor"; "a potent cup of tea" [syn: potent] [ant: impotent] 6: able to withstand attack; "an impregnable fortress"; "fortifications that made the frontier inviolable" [syn: impregnable, inviolable, secure, unassailable, unattackable] 7: of good quality and condition; solidly built; "a solid foundation";
Our third word is: COOPERATIVE
Cooperative adj 1: involving the joint activity of two or more; "the attack was met by the combined strength of two divisions"; "concerted action"; "the conjunct influence of fire and strong dring"; "the conjunctive focus of political opposition"; "a cooperative effort"; "a united effort"; "joint military activities" [syn: combined, concerted, conjunct, conjunctive, united] 2: done with or working with others for a common purpose or benefit; "a cooperative effort" [ant: uncooperative] 3: willing to adjust to differences in order to obtain agreement [syn: accommodative]
Our fourth word is: LOVE
Love n 1: a strong positive emotion of regard and affection; "his love for his work"; "children need a lot of love" [ant: hate] 2: any object of warm affection or devotion; "the theater was her first love" or "he has a passion for cock fighting"; [syn: passion] 3: a beloved person; used as terms of endearment [syn: beloved, dear, dearest, loved one, honey] 4: a deep feeling of sexual desire and attraction; "their love left them indifferent to their surroundings"; "she was his first love" 5: a score of zero in tennis or squash; "it was 40 love"
Nice, Strong Cooperative, Love.
Words all!
Words, as you should know by now dear friend(s), are more to me than all of the pursuits any man could choose to follow other the greatest pursuit of all; the loving of our gracious and merciful God. Therefore, when you hear words from, and/or speak words into mylife, please be kind enough to make them words that we may both actually understand the meaning.
For otherwise, something truly wonderful can be destroyed, or even less beautiful, something not quite wonderful could be all that we have left...........................................
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
I saw you again today..............
.................. at first, it was just the whisper of your song that I heared,
and then, it was presence of your smile that I felt upon my own,
funny even now, how much I liked it still.
So it all seems so strange now,
for here I am without you;
Yet, when I close my eyes,
still, I see you so clearly again.
and then, it was presence of your smile that I felt upon my own,
funny even now, how much I liked it still.
So it all seems so strange now,
for here I am without you;
Yet, when I close my eyes,
still, I see you so clearly again.
Monday, March 07, 2005
Often:
Contained within the struggle is more than just the simple beauty of a closed and longing heart, and yet, without the frost, how does the flower know when to bloom again?
Therefore:
Love like rain,
is a constant and still,
not always easily received.
Therefore:
Love like rain,
is a constant and still,
not always easily received.
Friday, March 04, 2005
Sunshine, like the rain, is a given.
Therefore, in between the abstract of longing and real love,
there has to be a willingness to be honest,
and a desire to be seen like the flower,
seen, as we really are!
In missing you then,
it goes without saying that my desire to always be close,
is more than just a passing shower.
For like the rain, I'm only just a moment away!
there has to be a willingness to be honest,
and a desire to be seen like the flower,
seen, as we really are!
In missing you then,
it goes without saying that my desire to always be close,
is more than just a passing shower.
For like the rain, I'm only just a moment away!
Saturday, February 26, 2005
Something to ponder.................
.............. If You want to grow in your life,
you must cultivate curiosity,
For it becomes an unending study of joy.
If you want to cure boredom, be curious.
If you are curious, nothing is a chore.
Children know how to wonder,
that's why they're so endearing.
But be careful it doesn't lead you in the wrong path.
The trick is knowing when you've gone too far!
you must cultivate curiosity,
For it becomes an unending study of joy.
If you want to cure boredom, be curious.
If you are curious, nothing is a chore.
Children know how to wonder,
that's why they're so endearing.
But be careful it doesn't lead you in the wrong path.
The trick is knowing when you've gone too far!
Monday, February 21, 2005
Honesty.............
................... is more beautiful than You are to me!
Sometimes,
the mystery,
the nuances of a photo,
and of a person's aura
are compelling enough to invoke an insight into that person's soul
and the essense of who they are or who they could potentially be
Maybe,
I find this more intriguing than actually meeting a person.
For a picture doesn't lie
...words do in a corrupt society,
...driven by lust, jealousy and greed.
Therefore, I love simplistic innocense
...such realness is pure.
Sometimes,
the mystery,
the nuances of a photo,
and of a person's aura
are compelling enough to invoke an insight into that person's soul
and the essense of who they are or who they could potentially be
Maybe,
I find this more intriguing than actually meeting a person.
For a picture doesn't lie
...words do in a corrupt society,
...driven by lust, jealousy and greed.
Therefore, I love simplistic innocense
...such realness is pure.
Saturday, February 19, 2005
The Pond
The Most Beautiful Lily in the Pond
she longs to view each day.
It's petals virginal white,
send shivers to her spine,
calling her,
taunting her,
with promise of its hidden passion.
Her soul,
it caresses with whispers of the bluest fire,
and to it one day she knows the wind shall carry all of her untaimed desires.
she longs to view each day.
It's petals virginal white,
send shivers to her spine,
calling her,
taunting her,
with promise of its hidden passion.
Her soul,
it caresses with whispers of the bluest fire,
and to it one day she knows the wind shall carry all of her untaimed desires.
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Beloved Valentine
Life, like lovers and friends,
is a varied and vibrant series of beautiful possiblities and promises!
Surely then, each to his and her own,
and yet all made possible becasue of the excellant majesty of His thrown.
Therefore, won't you take a moment and thank the one true Love of your life
during your Valentines day celebration.
Not to say that the joy and pleasure of this mortal world is not enough(?),
but won't the exquisite music and lovingly embraced tears be so much more real, in Heaven!
is a varied and vibrant series of beautiful possiblities and promises!
Surely then, each to his and her own,
and yet all made possible becasue of the excellant majesty of His thrown.
Therefore, won't you take a moment and thank the one true Love of your life
during your Valentines day celebration.
Not to say that the joy and pleasure of this mortal world is not enough(?),
but won't the exquisite music and lovingly embraced tears be so much more real, in Heaven!
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Swashbuckler, the Story
Swashbuckler, the story:
Recently, while I was traveling on the California coast with some of my coaching colleagues and friends, I came across a tragically fake copy of a man that I used to be.
Actually, it was one the woman that I was traveling with, who noticed this individual in our midst, and reminded me that today, so many men want to be more than they can readily translate easily words (her exact quote: look, he’s playing past himself!), and therefore they use bluster and imagined bravado to display their intent and imaginary talents.
As a man, I am still unashamed to say that for more than a moment in my past, often I was openly referred to as that “eastern swashbuckler”, as in, you must have met him. At first, I thought of this as a semi-flattering term, and even was called upon to exemplify the ways in which the talents displayed themselves in business and social settings, for others in my circle thought it unusual that I developed this persona by accident.
So, needless to say, to look upon this man, and then hear a stranger to our group refer to him as a swashbuckling idiot, I was both angered and confused.What had happened to the notion that a man who possessed the ability to be both daredevil and explorer, fortune-hunter and globetrotter, hero and madcap, opportunist, and pioneer, rogue and romantic, soldier and speculator, traveler and venturer, was anything other than good friend?
How did become that such a man was now looked upon as a big talking blusterer. Or worse, someone working with purely his braggadocio, or just a plain bullshitting, egotist, whose’ know-it-all, peacock, show-offish ness and false swagger, identify him as a on who has no true talents?Did I look that way to others I wondered?
And yes, there were those parents, brothers and ex-boyfriends who often thought that I could not be as I appeared, for no man can care and kill using the same tools, yet, I did then, and unfortunately, still do now. Anyhoo, I am still coming back to myself after the brief coaching conference in San Francisco, but still, I am totally baffled by the fact that whenever I go out into cities these days, I am dismayed by the overwhelming lack of love and honesty.
Surely, it must be the fact that I am older now, but gee, what ever happened to the pursuit of craft and the dignity that came from being your own person (man)?
Are we truly as lost as that man?
Or am I just on the wrong Coast again?
Recently, while I was traveling on the California coast with some of my coaching colleagues and friends, I came across a tragically fake copy of a man that I used to be.
Actually, it was one the woman that I was traveling with, who noticed this individual in our midst, and reminded me that today, so many men want to be more than they can readily translate easily words (her exact quote: look, he’s playing past himself!), and therefore they use bluster and imagined bravado to display their intent and imaginary talents.
As a man, I am still unashamed to say that for more than a moment in my past, often I was openly referred to as that “eastern swashbuckler”, as in, you must have met him. At first, I thought of this as a semi-flattering term, and even was called upon to exemplify the ways in which the talents displayed themselves in business and social settings, for others in my circle thought it unusual that I developed this persona by accident.
So, needless to say, to look upon this man, and then hear a stranger to our group refer to him as a swashbuckling idiot, I was both angered and confused.What had happened to the notion that a man who possessed the ability to be both daredevil and explorer, fortune-hunter and globetrotter, hero and madcap, opportunist, and pioneer, rogue and romantic, soldier and speculator, traveler and venturer, was anything other than good friend?
How did become that such a man was now looked upon as a big talking blusterer. Or worse, someone working with purely his braggadocio, or just a plain bullshitting, egotist, whose’ know-it-all, peacock, show-offish ness and false swagger, identify him as a on who has no true talents?Did I look that way to others I wondered?
And yes, there were those parents, brothers and ex-boyfriends who often thought that I could not be as I appeared, for no man can care and kill using the same tools, yet, I did then, and unfortunately, still do now. Anyhoo, I am still coming back to myself after the brief coaching conference in San Francisco, but still, I am totally baffled by the fact that whenever I go out into cities these days, I am dismayed by the overwhelming lack of love and honesty.
Surely, it must be the fact that I am older now, but gee, what ever happened to the pursuit of craft and the dignity that came from being your own person (man)?
Are we truly as lost as that man?
Or am I just on the wrong Coast again?
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