A Different Look At The Stream

Nice. Like Chris I just finished two weeks of straight out craziness with Massage School ending. This story lifted my spirit up and out into the trees and wind, and back to being a boy who also needed to see things from a different angle than most.

I never changed, and I hope Keith doesn't either.

Great story from a great teacher who constantly holds up life in his two hands so we don't let it pass us by.

I hope you realize that Munk--- that published or not, you are a writer, and a teacher of life.
 
I believe our lives have meaning. I don't agree with the Cult of Nothingness, and I don't believe all values are relative. I try to show my life, with it's frailties and limits, as having intrinsic worth. So it's not raised up 'Look at me" or about me; it is about us. About us who share this planet and have ordinary choices. If my life then has any value, all of ours do. That is what Rusty meant once when he said I was kind of a Charlie Brown, an everyman. It is a compliment to me, as I take your own kind words, Rob.
I'm bringing back to the collective, it is my membership, my addition in hopes of overcoming my faults and mistakes.
For our entertainment, I used to tell Bill.

munk
 
So it's not raised up 'Look at me" or about me; it is about us
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exactly.

And that's why the personal stories you share have the ability to touch others---the commonality of experience we all share is what filters out to us.
 
Thanks for sharing, Munk. Mean it.


munk said:
Then he wanted to go to the other side of the stream. The other side was exactly like our side except it was over there. I didn't want to cross and break a leg or get wet. It was too boring. But not Keith.

You had to look at the stream from over there. It was different, and it was important. Any one could see that.
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Sometimes we can't see it until we do.
There is such a moment that stands out in my memory growing up. My bedroom had a window facing the woods out west of my folk's house. Across from the window was my dresser, with a big mirror on it. One morning I was doing my usual routine before school- roll out of bed 10 minutes late, groggily pull on some clothes, when I glanced up.
You know how sometimes your mind can think a thousand thoughts and already have a subject analyzed and figured out, before you even realize you had time to think it? It had decided for me that what I saw was beautiful, dark, intruiging, mysterious, and gave me mixed feelings of curiosity, happiness, and a few others. This was the same woods I saw every day, and never really paid attention to when I was going through my morning routine. I never thought of it in any of those ways- it was just one more thing that was constantly ignored as I went on with keeping busy. But not today. Today, I caught a glimpse of it in the mirror, and my brain didn't recognize it as the familiar and boring woods I knew since everything was reversed. Sometimes we can get a whole new perspective from the other side.
 
Thanks Possum:) I was just discussing this very idea with a friend of mine yesterday. She mentioned that she heard the birds yesterday. And she said
"it was the sudden jolting awareness that I had not been hearing them--for how long I don't even know"

I love those moments. Even though they scare me because they show me how much I've been missing. But, its better to have them shake you awake from time to time, than to never see it right?
 
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