Yesterday's fortune cookie at lunch read:
"With integrity and consistency, your credits are piling up."
Now this morning as I sip a cup of tea and write I see this quote dangling from the teabag:
"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter." - Martin Luther King, Jr.
A number of people have complimented me privately on my blog of late, stats confirm an uptake in visitors and trackbacks have picked up. What's changed you ask?
The only thing that's changed is I am speaking as directly from my heart as I can get in words. I just dropped a wall between us. That's the intimate voice.
After my credible voice post, I realized that I holding back too much in an effort to (tediously) maintain professionality. I was skimming the surface of where I wanted to take communication in an effort to maintain "professional distance."
But people don't necessarily want more distance in their lives. More importantly, I don't want distance. So I responded to my own needs. It may appear as if this takes courage (well, coeur means heart in French) to do this. But a singer-songwriter I met recently said that brave and healthy are the exact same word in sign language.
We may start off with conversations.
And that may in turn become friendship, hopefully allies.
And finally a deeper sense of communion.
This definition doesn't quite convey it, but.... \Com*mun"ion\, n. [L. communio: cf. F. communion. See Common.] 1. The act of sharing; community; participation.
The deepest need of man, then, is the need to overcome his separateness, to leave the prison of his aloneness...Man -- of all ages and cultures -- is confronted with the solution of one and the same question: the question of how to overcome separateness, how to achieve union, how to transcend one's own individual life and find at-onement. The question is the same for primitive man living in caves, for nomadic man taking care of his flocks, for the peasant in Egypt, the Phoenician trader, the Roman soldier, the medieval monk, the Japanese samarai, the modern clerk and the factory hand. The question is the same, for it springs from the same ground: the human situation, the conditions of human existence. - Erich Fromm, The Art of Loving
(Note that Fromm considered love to be an interpersonal creative capacity rather than an emotion.)
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