Saturday, September 19, 2009

It Feels So Odd

I have good friends, from all over the globe. The avant-garde of writers, pragmatic thinkers, the compassionate and the brave. Yet I have not one soul from my old homeland of Ohio. But to my joy, from the far corners of this planet, I have just gained the friendship of two more fabulous people. Indeed my dance card is full, alas I can see that I really have no time for my fellow patriots. For I now belong to the world.

Ah ha, here I was trying my best to feel dejected and sorry for self, and I just now realized; that I exist, not for the folks back home, who have not, and may never receive me, but I have been placed here at this moment in time, to have a delightful fellowship with this special group.

One looks back with appreciation to the brilliant teachers, but with gratitude to those who touched our human feelings. The curriculum is so much necessary raw material, but warmth is the vital element for the growing plant and for the soul of the child.
Carl G Jung


C said...

This is a wonderful post!

It goes much deeper than one realizes at first.

I think that as we go through life, some of us-we soar high-yet we always seem to have a peephole for looking back into those places back where all the people are...the people whom were there in our childhood and when we were growing up...and we then have a way of measuring (through that peephole) how far we've really come.

We ask things like "What would mom think right now?" or "What would auntie Doris think right now?" and etc...

It takes a ray of light hitting us like a boulder in the face to open our eyes and then we can say "I'm here right now, I soar high, and do I really care what the voices of my childhood would have thought?"

And then, after that happens, we know that we don't need that peephole to measure...anything.

Anything at all.



masterwordsmith said...

Swinging by to say that I always have you in my heart and thoughts.

Take care and don't forget this blogger friend of ours hundreds of thousands of miles across land and sea...

Walt said...

I love you people.
This is a good example of sour grapes turning into sweet ambrosia wine; even before I had a chance to frown at my bitter cup.
I would not trade a single one of my Internet friends for all the state of Ohio, or Kentucky combined!

Anonymous said...

This is a great blog and I'm glad I found you.

Dorothy from grammology

suZen said...

Your words travel far - and those meant to hear them, will. I frankly cherish having "met" you!