Going It Alone
from 
JoeUser Forums
JoeUser Forums
With palms together,
Good Morning Everyone,
There are days when morning seems to come far too soon. This is one of them for me. I am to run hills this morning. Hillwork is one of my least favorite activities: run up, walk down, run up, walk down, run up...well, you get the idea. Somewhere in the ups and downs muscles get fatigued, the spirit is challenged, and I loose count. Thank goodness for the invention of my pebble abacus.
We all need assistance in life; none are exempt. None of us live independently, standing on our own two feet or sitting on our one ass. We require a chair or cushion, shoes, clothes, food. For many years I resisted this fact. This resistance, I argued, made me stronger. Perhaps. Yet it also made me considerably weaker. Our strength does not lay in our independence, but rather in our willingness to be interdependent.
A single thread does not make a rope, as a independent person does not make a human being. We live together in community, we work and play together, plan, dream,. and build together. And when this does not happen, we become dark and shallow, gaunt with our own loss of connection. Of course, we don't think so. And that's our actual problem, the weakness itself.
We stumble along believing that strength is singular rather than plural. We believe hero stories which focus on the individual rather than the group. And in this, we either forget or are never actually aware, that any hero requires a group. We forget the squad pinned down is still laying down cover fire, so the hero can get a clear shot. Or that the police officer has support, training, back-up, and the faith in her mission.
Now, going it alone can be a good thing, but only for awhile, a short while. Everyone must come out of the desert sometime or die or go crazy. This is the one chief lesson of going it alone.
Be well
Good Morning Everyone,
There are days when morning seems to come far too soon. This is one of them for me. I am to run hills this morning. Hillwork is one of my least favorite activities: run up, walk down, run up, walk down, run up...well, you get the idea. Somewhere in the ups and downs muscles get fatigued, the spirit is challenged, and I loose count. Thank goodness for the invention of my pebble abacus.
We all need assistance in life; none are exempt. None of us live independently, standing on our own two feet or sitting on our one ass. We require a chair or cushion, shoes, clothes, food. For many years I resisted this fact. This resistance, I argued, made me stronger. Perhaps. Yet it also made me considerably weaker. Our strength does not lay in our independence, but rather in our willingness to be interdependent.
A single thread does not make a rope, as a independent person does not make a human being. We live together in community, we work and play together, plan, dream,. and build together. And when this does not happen, we become dark and shallow, gaunt with our own loss of connection. Of course, we don't think so. And that's our actual problem, the weakness itself.
We stumble along believing that strength is singular rather than plural. We believe hero stories which focus on the individual rather than the group. And in this, we either forget or are never actually aware, that any hero requires a group. We forget the squad pinned down is still laying down cover fire, so the hero can get a clear shot. Or that the police officer has support, training, back-up, and the faith in her mission.
Now, going it alone can be a good thing, but only for awhile, a short while. Everyone must come out of the desert sometime or die or go crazy. This is the one chief lesson of going it alone.
Be well
