It Works If You Work It

The floors of these sordid basement rooms made your hands feel sticky, even if they never even came close to touching them. It was a bad dream of a place; where grandiose proclamations, half-assed promises and assorted shame coagulated in a thin film across the tile, which was always poorly mopped, and inevitably crusting in the corners. I stared down into the last remaining inch of my tepid black coffee. I could see my distorted reflection, though thoughts of my own glaring imperfections would have to wait until it was my turn to speak. Tonight, my objective was simple - avoid eye contact with two people in the room: the enthusiastic old-timer who was chairing the meeting, and the tattooed, tumultuous, fuck-you stare of a bad news brunette. 

How Might We Say Yes?

I wonder how different our relationships, commitments and aspirations would look if they were sought and nurtured without any promise of social, economic or eternal reward.

If all things were equal, how might be say yes? How might we say no? If you removed the optic glow - the opinion of your chosen tribe, the safety of what's expected - what would you care to do with the love that is in you? Or the love that approaches you? 

But, I suppose the question might be largely irrelevant because, among other considerations, it seems to most that things are unfair, out of balance, misaligned; that things are somehow scarce.

Still, I believe it's a worthwhile angle to ponder: If we all had what we needed, if we didn't fear loneliness or rejection or discomfort and if we could lose our fear of disappointing others, what would we embrace in quiet commitment? And who or what would we quietly let go of - without shame or blame?

I just wonder. Do you? 

Dew Drop #1

Make your own world, or be crushed by the worlds made by others.