My favorite topic. A hobby, really. My free time dedicated to exploring it, turning it over to look at its underside, walking in through its bellybutton (yick) so I can map it from within, watching others come up against it and either put up their dukes to fight or turn away from it close their eyes tight cover their ears and nah nah nah loudly enough that they shut everything out.
The odd thing is I'm having a hard time writing about it here even though there's a lot to say. All of its parts feed into each other, and it's hard to find the head. So, the only way to get at it is bite by bite, limb by limb.
Everything real happens there - in the endless open terrain that is vulnerability. When you are standing alone, exposed, unarmed. Every breath is significant, every interaction wholehearted, every cell engaged. The rest just prepares us for, delivers us to, that place so that living (and loving) can happen.
There. At least we've started.
The odd thing is I'm having a hard time writing about it here even though there's a lot to say. All of its parts feed into each other, and it's hard to find the head. So, the only way to get at it is bite by bite, limb by limb.
Everything real happens there - in the endless open terrain that is vulnerability. When you are standing alone, exposed, unarmed. Every breath is significant, every interaction wholehearted, every cell engaged. The rest just prepares us for, delivers us to, that place so that living (and loving) can happen.
There. At least we've started.
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