Understanding.

13,14 July, 2010

I titled this "Understanding", I could have easily titled it "Playing around with woodworking metaphors."  

I get it.


Finally, it makes some sense.  Some being the most one should hope for.


It's either right, or it isn't.  You cannot make it right.  You cannot make it fit.  


This is not a job for a hammer.  There are no nails here.


You try to make it fit - you bend it, you shave it, you force it.  All you are doing is causing damage.


Stop.  Accept.  Appreciate things for what they can be - don't worry about what they should be.  Stop.  Accept.  Appreciate.  Repeat.


It happens on its own.  Pieces fall into place.  No hammer, no plane, no spokeshave.  


Measure and weigh all you want, no alterations are necessary.  

It's right there.  It's in front of you.  You don't even have to reach for it, you just have to see it.  It will be reaching for you.

See it.  Embrace it  

You will wonder.  You will question.  You will be filled with disbelief.

Trust.  Put away fear.  Relax.











 

G

(this is a work in progress, some parts I'm not happy with)

You are an opportunity almost missed,
you are joy and happiness I might have never known.

In your innocence you are perfect, you
are the reason I fear to do wrong - never
wanting to see that reflection.

Your smile expands my universe,
your joy tames uncertainty.

Your needs are paramount, though I am never
sure how to meet them - we do our best,
and hope that it is enough.

I will never live up to what I want for you,
but the attempt will be its own reward.