Work In Progress

Trust. I am rumbling with trust.   Rumbling is my new verb.   Brené   Brown uses it in her new book Rising Strong and it has taken me a good week to be able to "get" the word. For a good seven days she might have well have written the word "syeblkehoi" for all the sense it made to me. Please pass the syeblkehoi. Just connect the syeblkehoi and it will turn on. Bob syeblkhoi to school. At first, I couldn't get my head around it.   I was reading sentences over and over to try to capture the intent --- to infer meaning from the surrounding text. "Syeblkehoi," said Paul. Whatever you do, don't foget the syeblkehoi. It kept slipping through my fingers. Sentence after sentence, like a bubble of mercury...bloop...bloop...it evaded me. To rumble with someone --a verb maybe---like in West Side story, where rival gangs fight in the streets---switchblades gracefully lunging ...

The more I read, and think and reflect and live on this crazy planet full of wonderful, fragile, struggling fellow humans I am convinced that the only two driving principles behind what we do are love and fear. Perhaps because I am reflecting on these things, I see them.  Maybe they have been there all along. Actually, I am sure they have, but I was probably too busy judging and labelling what I saw on the surface to try to understand it. Anger, shame, pride, entitlement, jealousy---all born of fear, played out in front of me this past Thursday.  Within the span of one hour, I witnessed three displays of fear as anger.   First was a violent fist fight between two men outside a coffee shop.  One man walked in front of another man's car as he tried to exit the drive through, delaying him leaving and eliciting honks from those who waited behind him. The driver eventually pulled over and exited the car, charging at the man  who had been walking and wh...