Self-revelation
Self-revelation
Nia’s expression invited Thalia’s question. “Berry for your thoughts?”
The Muse of Determination pulled first the right, then the left, pod from her ears. The trio and their scribe had just listened to a podcast that set her senses and nerves on edge. Grateful for Tal’s question, and an opportunity to think her feelings through, she replied, “There was time when I would have been all in on the problems and advice we just heard. In fact, there was a time when I would have drooled to have Typist be part of something similar.”
Calliope rubbed the back of her neck. “I hear you! But today… while listening it felt like mosquitoes were poking their tiny stingers into our skin. What’s up with that?”
Thalia took a nibble from her banana Popsicle. “Aha!” She held the wooden stick up to her eye like a magnifying glass. “Simple my dear Watsons. Typist wants us to set our course toward possibility. Through extending trust, she wants us to empower others to find and shine their light… rather than cursing the dark.”
And in an instant, the mosquitoes stopped biting.
Words from Typist:
A long time ago I read this sentence from J. Krishnamurti:
Relationship has significance only when it is a process of self revelation.
I continue to learn about myself when I pause to explore my feelings — good, bad, and indifferent. The trio is a big help!
Regarding the podcast, it offered great value toward my understanding of myself.
Find the good. It’s all around you. Find it, showcase it and you’ll start believing in it.
~Jesse Owens
I used to know this: when using SubStack on my iPhone and needing to look something up, mid-comment, sometimes there is simply no coming back to the earlier part of the comment! Grrrr. Pooof!
The kernel of my remark was to acknowledge typist’s commitment to learning, practicing discernment, and showing little attraction to the group-speak of the moment. Not anti-social by a long shot. Perhaps enlightened. Note: blushing is entirely optional. 😉
Those properties brought to mind Robert Frost’s well known poem, “The Road Not Taken.” It’s final three lines serve to summarize:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I chose the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Earlier lines of the poem describe the elements of his choosing. He suggests each would appear to be a good choice. They appear nearly equally traveled, and each bears newly fallen leaves, not yet blackened by any form of travel. Was his choosing that of intuition? By chance? He tries to justify his choice factually but quickly decides there’s not much difference to note. Just as Frost exhibits discernment, we too see that in our typist’s practices.
And today I sit privileged to witness Gail and the Muses relying on nuances of discernment.
Note: No money changed hands in the writing of this post. 😬
I missed something. Which podcast?
The confluence of fresh strawberries, blackberries, and raspberries was on our table last night. It was divine.