Mike, I gotta tell you that you are a gifted prose writer. The imagery you invoked was outstanding! Well done.
And...more astounding...I can TOTALLY relate!!
I have two places that I keep in constant contact with, either consciously or subconsciously. One, which I will call my secret place, is merely a room, buried deep beneath the earth, where I go to receive information, advice, assistance and, sometimes, criticism. The room is populated by a single table surrounded by chairs in which sit the spirits of the individual(s) in my life who can most assist me. I don't choose the individual(s), they are just there. It is a long, complex and arduous path to get to this room and I can only get there instinctually. The path is never the same. The room's location is indeed secret...to me as well...and that makes it completely safe.
The other location I dub my "private" place. It is a clearing of lush, green grass surrounded by rolling fields. A river rushes along its nearby path and a tree sits dead center.
It is this tree that tells me how I am doing, how I'm feeling. Sometimes it brims with leaves. Sometimes, winds howl over and around bare branches. Sometimes the trunk is a deep brown and sometimes it is a deathly grey, clinging in place thanks only to trembling roots twisted desperately around anything they can find purchase on.
The important thing, which you so eloquently wrote, is recognizing your part in these tales our minds tell us, understanding that we all have a part to play in the world and that the part is REAL LIFE and must be treated as such.
You have your safe place, Mike. You have your goal and ambition. You have your creative balance, you have your motivation and you have the guilt to balance that motivation, thus providing a moral compass and center to assist in your decision making process.
You are well armed to succeed and to do so in a positive manner. Well done, brother. Keep in mind that ALL of these things are essential and that you are doing good things in your life.
Reconstruction, rebirth and an unlimited future lie ahead of you. This is cause for both jubilance and fear. In tarot, the card describing this scene would be THE FOOL. The Fool stands at the precipice, one foot moving into thin air, the other planted on firm ground. A leap of faith is in order. The future is bright and healthy, the past warm and comfortable. The Fool is choosing to leave comfort for the unknown. Some might say he is, indeed, foolish to do so. Others might applaud his bravery. Nonetheless, he is taking that step...and will be just fine in doing so. I applaud you, Mike. I think you deserve this.
And remember this always: One man's fool is another man's hero.
You know The Fool was the first card that appeared in the LJ quiz you posted. I didn't like it so I went with some second choices to get The Sun. Hmm...Kind of a spooky correlation.
I am the fool. I am happy to be so. I get to laugh. I get to wear my life with me where ever I am. I get to see the world as I want to, and that isn't so bad.
Though I am afraid it has come to the point where I must not wander so far away anymore. The fool lacks discipline. This fool needs stability. I am in love with a great person, and care I very much about her. I want to take care of myself and her. Every fool knows how they are bereft of their values if they let it happen.
This fool's journey is to get to that home. The books tell me how to do that with out having to go through the risks of experiencing, first hand, the lessons that are contained in them. Yes I have my motivation: It is not killing the fears that have accumulated in my mind. It's clearing out my landscape to make it a place where she can come to be with me.
A fool that walks a thousand miles, and comes back still comes back fool. Though the fool just maybe that hero you refer to. I am not sure myself, but...
And...more astounding...I can TOTALLY relate!!
I have two places that I keep in constant contact with, either consciously or subconsciously. One, which I will call my secret place, is merely a room, buried deep beneath the earth, where I go to receive information, advice, assistance and, sometimes, criticism. The room is populated by a single table surrounded by chairs in which sit the spirits of the individual(s) in my life who can most assist me. I don't choose the individual(s), they are just there. It is a long, complex and arduous path to get to this room and I can only get there instinctually. The path is never the same. The room's location is indeed secret...to me as well...and that makes it completely safe.
The other location I dub my "private" place. It is a clearing of lush, green grass surrounded by rolling fields. A river rushes along its nearby path and a tree sits dead center.
It is this tree that tells me how I am doing, how I'm feeling. Sometimes it brims with leaves. Sometimes, winds howl over and around bare branches. Sometimes the trunk is a deep brown and sometimes it is a deathly grey, clinging in place thanks only to trembling roots twisted desperately around anything they can find purchase on.
The important thing, which you so eloquently wrote, is recognizing your part in these tales our minds tell us, understanding that we all have a part to play in the world and that the part is REAL LIFE and must be treated as such.
You have your safe place, Mike. You have your goal and ambition. You have your creative balance, you have your motivation and you have the guilt to balance that motivation, thus providing a moral compass and center to assist in your decision making process.
You are well armed to succeed and to do so in a positive manner. Well done, brother. Keep in mind that ALL of these things are essential and that you are doing good things in your life.
Reconstruction, rebirth and an unlimited future lie ahead of you. This is cause for both jubilance and fear. In tarot, the card describing this scene would be THE FOOL. The Fool stands at the precipice, one foot moving into thin air, the other planted on firm ground. A leap of faith is in order. The future is bright and healthy, the past warm and comfortable. The Fool is choosing to leave comfort for the unknown. Some might say he is, indeed, foolish to do so. Others might applaud his bravery. Nonetheless, he is taking that step...and will be just fine in doing so. I applaud you, Mike. I think you deserve this.
And remember this always: One man's fool is another man's hero.
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I am the fool. I am happy to be so. I get to laugh. I get to wear my life with me where ever I am. I get to see the world as I want to, and that isn't so bad.
Though I am afraid it has come to the point where I must not wander so far away anymore. The fool lacks discipline. This fool needs stability. I am in love with a great person, and care I very much about her. I want to take care of myself and her. Every fool knows how they are bereft of their values if they let it happen.
This fool's journey is to get to that home. The books tell me how to do that with out having to go through the risks of experiencing, first hand, the lessons that are contained in them. Yes I have my motivation: It is not killing the fears that have accumulated in my mind. It's clearing out my landscape to make it a place where she can come to be with me.
A fool that walks a thousand miles, and comes back still comes back fool. Though the fool just maybe that hero you refer to. I am not sure myself, but...
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