Saturday, June 16, 2007
297. Be Yourself
Kyra: (looking up into the light) What do you want from me?
Unknown #1: Be yourself.
Kyra: (looks confused)
Unknown #2: Drop everything you think you know. Knowledge will only confuse you.
Kyra: So what do I do?
Unknown #1: Be yourself.
Kyra: What does that mean?
Unknown #2: Just. No more. No less.
Kyra: I don't understand.
Unknown #1: Understanding is an facade. Let it go.
Kyra: How?
Unknown #2: Don't pick it up.
Kyra: (hangs head)
Unknown #1: (whispers to Unknown #2)
Unknown #2: Resistance Kyra is the source of your pain. Hold on, and you will suffer.
Kyra: (balls her fists and cries out) I am my resistance!
Unknown #1: No more than a butterfly is her cocoon.
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Very nice moral to today's installment. Letting go is perhaps easier said than done, but always to be strived for.
Love, love, love the video.
S, letting go is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Period. Being myself is second. I still resist. I still try to please everyone. I still hurt when I can't. I feel the cut of being misunderstood and I bleed crimson. And each morning, as I throw my legs out of bed, I pick up more baggage than I should. I tend to carry that baggage until my shoulders cry out in pain and say no more. I put them down. There will be another flight. There always is.
Oh, I forgot to mention the song. It grows on me more and more. The riff is good. I say good because I compare it to something like Freebird, and I know, with this song, and more freedom, and I would guess it happens in concert, but with more freedom, that riff could really be something special. Lead singer's voice, the edge, the sincerity, is not bad either. ;-)
Nice entry. Letting go is hard - holding on is harder :) Sorry I've not commented for a while. Other people's kids are making me crazy (two weeks of term to go).
No worries Jenni. You know you are always welcomed here. Your kind words are always appreciated. Likewise, I've been watching your new creations on your blog. Seems like you are getting along very well with Blender. :-)
Hiya Trée, I just wanted to stop by and say hello. I have a lot of catching up to do!
I get that. I really do. I've quit trying to please everyone, but it's still so hard sometimes to just throw out the baggage and let it go. Thankfully, I don't really worry about being misunderstood. I know that for every 5 people who misunderstand me, there will be one who "gets" me. I can live with that percentage. And as you say, there's always another flight. I've never minded being late.
The song, yeah. I've always liked that one BECAUSE of the edge to it. In concert, I think it would be bone-penetratingly spectacular.
Deb, I'll wait. Just so you know, I'm the little boy next door with the flowers in his hand and the hair patted down. I think my shirt is buttoned up to the neck also. ;-)
PS: Don't tell Wontar I said that. :-D
S, I still hold on to the fantasy that I can please everyone and that everyone will like me. I know my intentions. Yet, for whatever reason, I'm still shocked when people misjudge my heart, or label me with their assumptions, and, perhaps, I take to heart things I should just let go. Tell me you have slipped into that flannel. I've got white flannel with little flowers on the brain. I'm guessing you used a fabric softener and the flannel is used, or broken in. Give me a moment. My imagination will do the rest. :-D
Being misjudged is hard, and hard to let go of when it happens. I tend to take things to heart, too -- way more than I should. When I do, it's because whatever it was was very important to me. When it turns to ash, it's really hard to let go. But we must -- unless we want to end up in the ash can.
So sorry, my dear. As it happens, it was too hot for flannel after all. I chose white cotton instead, with little flowers and a little lace. Maybe next winter... :-)
Well my dear, then you give me no option but to dance with my idea of you, in cotton and lace and perhaps nails still neither too long nor too short. I'll settle for baby pink until we can agree on the dark, metalique coppery polish, the one that says meet me in the kitchen with your kilt. :-D
Oh, and if Roxan doesn't like it, tell her to go frail herself. Might help with her headache. :-D
A happy Father's Day to you Tree !:)
Be yourself indeed...To be Egoless is to be yourself! Ego gives us the masks we wear...Like props to keep our head high...
But one always conquers when one stoops!...oops?
Father's day it is here too, but since Mother's day was different in the UK than in the US, I'm wondering if the same is true of this festivity. Happy Father's day, if it is, if it isn't, happy father's day anyway. :-D
Be right back to comment on the post, my things just this minute (1/3 of them anyway) arrived from Denmark.
Thank you Mona for the wishes and for the smile. This line is a classic: "But one always conquers when one stoops." :-D
You are a very wise woman Mona. Very, very wise. :-)
Sunshine, it is Father's Day here. Thank you for the wishes. Wow, must feel like xmas for the Cotton Baby. :-D
Hope the 1/3 you wanted arrived. ;-)
Okay, I'm thinking this is what maybe happened next. Kyra gets up. Sees John, Rog, Em and Von unconscious on the floor, their eyes swollen shut. The ship has no infirmary so she cares for them the best she can, putting blindfolds over each to protect their eyes when they wake--the light literally sunburned the back of their retinas. As she is fastening the last blindfold, on John, a communication comes in and it goes something like this:
"John. John?"
Kyra answers the call.
"Who is this?" asks the caller.
"Kyra."
An awkward moment of silence.
"Who are you?"
"Cait."
ROFLMAO! Sometimes I think I have too much fun with myself. Roxan, don't answer that. :-D
Morning, Afternoon or Evening my dear visitors of creamy amplitude that bring joy and sunshine to the whole crew. :-)
On this Sunny Sunday Morn, I command there be music between acts. For your listening pleasure, I present the love of my musical life, the incomparable Norah Jones
The Long Way Home
Well I stumbled in the darkness
I'm lost and alone
Though I said I'd go before us
And show the way back home
IS there a light up ahead
I can't hold onto very long
Forgive me pretty baby but I always take the long way home
Money's just something you throw
Off the back of a train
Got a handful of lightening
A hat full of rain
And I know that I said
I'd never do it again
And I love you pretty baby but I always take the long way home
I put food on the table
And roof overhead
But I'd trade it all tomorrow
For The highway instead
Watch your back if I should tell you
Loves the only thing I've ever known
One thing for sure pretty baby I always take the long way home
You know I love you baby
More than the whole wide world
I'm your woman
You know you are my pearl
Let's go out past the party lights
We can finally be alone
Come with me and we can take the long way home
Come with me, together we can take the long way home
Come with me, together we can take the long way home
I love that song. I love Norah Jones. Norah can sometimes make me cry -- and like it.
Had to insert an 'oh well' in there when I saw the load, about 1/3 of 1/3. :-)
Apologies for not getting back to you on this chapter sooner.
Looking forward first of all to whether or not you develop the idea written in comments about the others being blinded by the light and Cait's call. A conversation between the two of them, especially with John in a vulnerable condition needing care and Cait being so far away, while Kyra is there with him.
Why do I have a feeling these unknowns will reveal themselves to be someone known to Kyra, or at least not entirely unfamiliar. Appearing like guardian angels, sent to guide her through this all-important passage. Though likely not the case, they could even be two voices from within.
We hear it said, phrases such as go with the flow, the one you quoted yesterday about worrying being a futile pasttime, to forgive and forget and to realize that regardless of what we do, we cannot be all things to all people, we can only do are best while remaining true to ourselves. Even then, when our intentions are honest and good, they are still open to interpretation and sometimes completely misjudged, and though it has everything to do with the other person, to be misunderstood when we are being as honest and genuine as can be, is painful. And lonely. Sometimes even the best of us must wonder what is the point in the face of those who refuse to see us clearly, why keep waiting. Not to remain open would mean fading away. The downs, vulnerability, fear, disappointment, loss, pain, all of those are better than fading away. Loved the last answer.
Great posting Tree!
Thank you J. Heading to your part of the world tomorrow.
Sunshine, I'm still not sure who or what these Unknowns are, other than beings further down the road than Kyra and with some sort of obligation to mentor others that have the "gift."
Thy dynamic between an eventual meeting of Kyra and Cait has been playing in my mind for months. This is one of those corners the story has created that I would rather not exist. Somebody is going to get hurt, just no two ways about it; yet, the hurt is going to be widespread and complex and subtle. Cait will see something in John's eye that shouldn't be there and once she sees it, it can't be taken back. John will feel something in his heart that shouldn't be there and likewise once seen he can never go back. Kyra, well, not really sure how she plays in this. Of course, until it is written, all these thoughts might be nothing more than thoughts and who knows, maybe the three of them will be best friends. LOL
S, Norah is a gem. I could listen to her and James Blunt all day long, and often have. :-)
Or you could put the spin on it that having seen those things, both realize that they need to focus on family life, the two of them and the three of them, especially given recent events in regards to Ariel. In effect, Kyra would then indirectly have been a part of strengthening the Discos, and the three could become the best of friends. I kinda like that idea of that, however you were to go about it, if you decided to go about it. :-D
Right now, I have no frailing idea. There is a rabbit in the hat somewhere. I just haven't found it yet.
wisdom is not what you accumuate. wisdom is how you act it out in a situation...
tree,what does ROF in LMAO stand for???
Mona, ROF=rolling on the floor.
I agree wholeheartedly. Wisdom is in the deed not the word. ;-)
learn to let go...right.
Keshi.
Keshi, I'll catch you. ;-)
Tree Tree! I put a video at my post too, along with an associated post. You might like the video :)
How was your B-day?? Saw you had many many birthday wishes from Autumn's site too :) Popular guy, huh ;D
I feel like I've been sitting on the edge of my seat forever waiting for the Kyra/Cait inevitable encounter. I can't help but hope it goes well for the family unit but perhaps that is a sadness from loosing my own. A story is a story and sometimes they seem to write themselves, almost like a composer writing music. I remember when I had my piano, I often had the strangest feeling that it was not me that was writing the songs...only finding them, as if they were there to be found all along. I wonder if you feel this sometimes when you write. I feel the same thing when I sketch. It's almost like life is lived with eyes never completely opened. How neat the times of revelation!
Hugs and smooches to you dear manly man. Oh yes, one of these days I must write you and tell you what the word "sweet" really means to most woman. I keep forgetting to do that.
Mona, on my way to see. :-)
Saffy, I had a great birthday and you were the one to kick it off! Not sure how popular I am, but I do have a few loyal friends. :-)
Dear Beautiful Soul, yes, I think you must write me and tell me what "sweet" means. Only fair that I don't continue to live with a mistaken view. ;-)
As for the writing, yes, I would say the same. There are chapters that once written I have no idea where they came from or how that got there. Many times I almost feel guilty in the the writing, when inspired, just happens, the words just flow.
As always, thanks for the wonderfully kind words. :-)
Heh. I keep checking in to see if you have posted another chapter. I am totally addicted. So without shame, I beg you for more! I hope you are having a wonderful day. Hugs and smooches to you manly man. Hmm...I keep forgetting to write you about what "sweet" means. Ah well, here is a clue to this mystery...what is sweeter to any woman that a man who is all man, in every sense of the word. Oh do we cherish that, it is a precious and rare thing. A "manly man doing manly sort of things", lol. A "whole" man.
Think of the way women feel about chocolate....
I hope some day when you hear yourself called "sweet" that you can know deep within your soul what it means and actually be able to savor that thought.
Because we do.
Oliviah, I've just returned from a week in California--all business I'm afraid that took all of my time and energy, which is why we haven't seen a new chapter. I hope to recover this weekend and with a little luck we might see something, however short, posted soon.
You know, you might be changing my understanding of what it means to be sweet. :-D
This one went straight to my heart, especially the last line. I needed this reminder...
A message for the children in our life, which is to say us. :-)
Glad you liked this one Karen.
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