Day 311: Escaping Mental Captivity


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The other day I was venting on Facebook about a woman I encountered during lunch. Her newfound knowledge had sparked a flame she could not contain as the fruits continually fell from the tree. And, similarly to a rabbit in a carrot field, she consumed more than she could fully digest.

As I ranted on silently in my head and physically on my phone, she appeared unaffected by my designed reclusiveness. Jabbering on she recounts the rich history of our ancestry as if the shaman had just spoken to the little children amongst the cold night and bristling fire of our journey from kings and queens to slaves and cattle and back to mental kings and queens.

Reminiscent of Yoda holding court as Luke Skywalker describes the force. I sit willing myself to engage while rapidly wanting to disengage.

Respectfully conscious of another’s presence I crafted a mental door to escape the forming thoughts flowing forth as they sought to reach her awakening thought. Through a vehicle that has some of us still chained to the machine.

She continues and the more broken thought meets new thought, the more I poetically regurgitate the inner me forcibly holding her in. She’s the cynic I overcome each day. The one that knows the rivers and the valleys and the depths of salvation. She lives, but she rarely drives.

As I drift back to the woman beside me, I call forth the optimistic protagonist. There, yes, there… I rejoin the moment, present once again. She has once again sensed the freshness of the thought. It lacks roots. It’s filled with supplication and limited validation, but the seed has sprouted.

Yet, she still sees the world as the puppeteer and herself as the puppet. External hands directing her actions all the while absolving her of any accountability or responsibility. The moment of eclipse fighting to hold on. Awakening, but her eyelids refuse to open.

I am reminded, “all things are ready, if {when} the mind be so” (William Shakespeare).

She is still caged in an unlocked cell.

Never remembering she is the one with the key holistically capable of setting herself free.

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Day 71: The Greater Service


I can teach you how to remember a response or I can teach you how to formulate your own response.

What remains is the greater service.

The lesson that keeps on teaching.

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Day 338: Fractured Truth: A Twenty-Nine-Year Journey


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It all mattered.

It all held a level of significance.

It all molded you.

 

Not all of it remains.

Not all of it should be cultivated.

Not all of it carries forth with you.

 

Today I came face-to-face with my reality.

And, I fancied it.

We’d known each other before we knew ourselves.

 

As we set side by side, we knew each other still.

She had been my childhood best friend.

Back before Facebook, Twitter, and Snapchat.

Back when we exchanged weekly if not daily handwritten letters.

Letters I still have in my mother’s attic.

We separated not because of a disagreement, but due to emotional distance created by unspoken truths.

 

Haunted by the same secret we went our separate ways.

A secret that changed us without changing us.

Our secret no longer secret.

Our mutual truth no longer remains hidden.

There has been too much living to ever die again.

 

Few people have held her spot.

Mostly, because they never got the shot.

 

Reminensencing she brought it up, my adolescent reaction.

Her adolescent response.

Not to the truth, but to the omission.

Even now, it lingers.

She says, it severely impacted her formative years until her son appeared.

 

The reminder as we sat in the Central Jury room humbled me.

Our adolescent attempts at self-expression showed our ineptness.

Hurt turned into acting out.

And acting out metamorphosis into unforeseen consequences.

 

We have seen each other a few times since then.

But little did we know, the lives we then lived would soon come undone.

A twenty-nine-year friendship almost died, because of the truth we could no longer hide.

 

No more secrets.

No more excuses.

No more reasons to remain reclusive.

 

All the misinterpretations now clarified.

I am reminded why clarity is so important.

Fearful of a truth we both shared because we feared what the truth might shed.

 

It all mattered.

It all held a level of significance.

It all molded us.

 

Not all of it remains.

Not all of it should be cultivated.

Not all of it carries forth with us.

 

But we now know,

No more secrets.

No more excuses.

No more reasons to remain reclusive.

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