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Taking off the training wheels.
I learnt at a young age the importance of
training wheels. I learnt how to propel myself and used the wheels to look after
balance. I did not have brakes figured out though, and careened down one of the
steep hills on the homestead. Luckily an apple tree (apple trees are notorious
for their not so smooth or forgiving bark) welcomed my face and stopped me from
continuing down the hill and into either the pond or another tree at an even
higher speed. Hidden under this beard is a rather lovely scar stretching across
my chin.
I’m not exactly sure why I told you this,
other than this is part of me and my fabric. I remember the experience quite
vividly, I remember the fragrance of the lilac bushes, and the bodacious trillium flowers in the orchard. I remember
the gold/yellow bike with the banana seat and that I had to stop the pedals to
brake, which was likely hard to do as I doubt my feet were any longer on the
pedals, as they windmilled around at top speed.
Maybe if I hadn’t used the damned training
wheels I wouldn’t have had the balance to smash into the tree. I’m pretty proud
of that scar though, chicks dig scars (or so they say).
Damned. I started this off trying to frame
a metaphor for what I want to talk about and got carried away in the bliss of
memory. So I’ll get to the point.
At each point in my life I attempt to stand
more fully on my feet, to be more and more the man that I am and whom I wish to
be. This is how I do me. I’m propelled. I have an inner drive that has often
been insatiable. As I write that, I reword it, I don’t like how real that is
for me. I tell myself that I should relax more, be less driven, chill out bro,
smell the roses, float the river. I’m learning to take the time to recharge and
fill my bucket.
I’m digressing again. What is going on?
First time I can let it slide. Second time… not so easily. I’m pretty excited
about how I want to stand more fully on my feet now. And perhaps my excitement
is bubbling and it’s coming out of my fingers as I type this.
So here it is.
A dear friend, Karla, texted me last week
and said “wanna start another check-in group with me” I said “sure.” About 16
months ago I suggested the idea of creating a check-in group for those of us
that had done either/or Phase 1 and 2 at The Haven in the fall of 2012. It
ran its course and by the fall of 2013 we weren’t hosting groups anymore. I was
a little perplexed about what she was talking about since I had a pretty good
sense that something was up. When she called I got it.
What if we create a group where we actually
take the time to get to know each other? Where we are given the opportunity to
show ourselves and reveal ourselves and show up with who we are right now. I’ve
often, and still do, tell myself that if you really knew all of me then you
wouldn’t love me. I wrote a post (Update 35) that ties to this quite clearly
for me. There are things that I will do that will make it really hard for you
to like me. Yet, buried underneath the behaviour, the sanctity of love exists.
In some of my relationships I’ve had what I
thought in the moment were the most atrocious acts bestowed on me. And man, did
I ever hurt, and 9.9 times out of 10 I exhibited my own behaviour and reaction
that was equally as atrocious. This is how I often get stuck, or get in my own
way. I have friends and those that I love and those that love me that I connect
with and reveal myself to and ask for feedback. Often I like to fool myself
into thinking I need to do it all by myself. When I reach out to other, I learn
that, holy doodle there are so many more perspectives and options than I had
thought of.
What I’ve learnt for me is that often the
most loving act someone can offer me, is to have the courage to say the thing
that I don’t want to hear. I still rankle at the delivery of the message, and
while I don’t always show it in the moment, I am often grateful for their
honesty and loving later.
So, I’m stepping forward without my
training wheels (in this moment) with an understanding of how to steer, how to
apply my brakes, and how to propel myself. This does not mean that I won’t
crash, or tumble. It just means I’m willing to take that risk and explore.
When we talked about how we wanted the
invitation to be worded we stumbled around the desire to make the intention
sound palatable. I mean, talking about love and loving can sound pretty hoity
toity, and come across as righteous and arrogant. As least those would be my
judgements. And then, if we’re going to be as direct as calling the group ‘Taking
off the training wheels’ we might as well be direct enough to say that we’re
here with this intention to foster love and loving and allow for and invite the
ways we get in our own way.
Karla and I are about to send an email with
an invitation to this group. Please email me if you’re interested in joining
and have not received the email from her or I in the next week or so.
If you’d like to learn more about Karla and
how she stands forward visit her website, check out her art (and her expression
of her soul) and her blog, on how she relates to defending herself from loving.
http://www.artistkarlaosborne.com/
FYI that is actually a picture of my brother on a bike not too different to the one I was on.
