“Redundant” … I am a bit embarrassed that my short writing today is a bit redundant. I’ve talked about the waters, here, in the front range area of the Rocky Mountains. I’ve talked about seasons. I’ve talked about my own grappling with my challenge, stepping into what is next. And yet, this mix has gathered … like a small group … at the front of my present being. As the gathering has come together, I … therefore … write.
Every single time I take a look at Bear Creek, it’s waters flowing … not only fast, but strong … I acknowledge the beauty of nature, and I acknowledge my poignant disruption happening. I know that I would not allow myself to get caught in those currents, for they would overpower me, and slam me against the boulders.
It is one thing to talk about that which I see. It is one thing to feel what it is that is flowing through my veins, pumping rapids of thought into my mind. It is one thing to think about the metaphorical implications what all that is around me: a new season arriving as you and I connect; intimidating rapids storming through the passes; the rallying words of wisdom I read and hear.
It is a separate thing … to move intentionally with vision, and passion, and out of necessity … in order to transcend my own mediocrity, my small portions of subtle self-pity, and to fight well in spite of my woundedness. I do, truly, want to overwhelm the lies that could keep me stuck in the molasses-like fog.
And this business of moving … I believe it is not as simple as I want it to be. And it is true, that this business of moving … is not as difficult as I sometimes think.