There’s more than one ending to this story

From the disparity between the immensity of the possible and the smallness of the human being there springs the torment and the energy of the flâneur. Persecuted by frustration, he is sentenced to a sort of perpetual motion.*
Federico Castigliano

First we have to persuade ourselves we can make pigs fly; only then do we have a chance of helping them to fly.**
Bruce Feiler

Bruce Feiler is telling of John Steinbeck‘s quirky flying pig logo
Pigasus,
Placed at the end of his signature:

His explanation: We must try to attain to the heavens, even though we are bound to the earth.**

I’m not into fantasising, but there are often different ways in which
to tell our stories,
About how we’re going to rise above what is happening,
Create a different ending
even though the present reality is somewhat different:

When a story demands transformation, you are much more likely to transform.^

Giving in to what is,
Accepting the story that comes to us
as the only way the story can be told
may get us through the day but leaves us
earthbound
or worse:

whining isn’t resilient or scalable^^

Instead of a story telling how there are just so many
unscalable problems,
Why not write yourself a role of
Overcomer,
Battler of difficulties,
Establisher of Flourishing,
And then pay attention to and small things beginning to
change in you.

*Federico Castigliano’s Flâneur;
**Bruce Feiler’s Life Is In the Transitions;
^Donald Miller’s Hero On a Mission;
^^Seth Godin’s blog: Whining and status.

Keeping moving

Movement gets us unstuck. It restores agency by giving us a feeling we’re acting on our situation … .*
Bruce Feiler

although it may appear paradoxical, in order to acquire a profound view of things, you must first of all move randomly**
Federico Castigliano

I know it is important that I keep my mind open to more and more information,
It is also vitally important that I open my heart and know certain things more deeply, passionately,
But most important of all is to open my will and move what I know and what I feel into some expression.

*Bruce Feiler’s Life Is In the Transitions;
**Federico Castigliano’s Flâneur.

Who’s your fairy godmother?

The fairy godmother replied that true magic is to help each thing become its best and most free self.*
Rebecca Solnit

They won’t carry a wand and
be from fairy-folk:
They possibly won’t be someone you know
and they may be
no longer alive;
You will know them, though, because
they help you bring out the the true fullness of
who you are,
Strongly and growing,
Free to imagine and
free to give.

*Rebecca Solnit’s Cinderella Liberator.

Solvitur ambulando*

Free and alone in the maze of the city, the flâneur craves a revelation that might change his life and destiny.**

Fast or slow,
Keep moving,
Including as many of the senses as possible;
Even the tohu va-vohu^ of life
Gives way to the orderliness of
walking, of
moving.

*We solve it by walking;
**Federico Castigliano’s Flâneur;
^Disorder and emptiness.

Words and pictures

This is how I make a book: by hiding from writing by drawing or the other way around.*
Edward Carey

We reshape ourselves as we write.**
Ross Macdonald

I found myself this morning
reading a lot of texts on
writing;
Here’s Bruce Feiler connecting to
Ross Macdonald,
Noting how those he interviewed
were able to transition better from
the past to the future
if they wrote about it:

Central to the act of writing is a process of growth, of slowly gaining control of their narratives. … The act of writing speeds up the act of meaning-making.^

And,
A la Edward Carey,
Here is Lynda Barry putting together
writing and drawing:

When we get stuck [writing] instead of forcing or stopping we can go to the extra paper on our desk and start to draw a spiral.^^

I am thinking this is so important that I am
beginning
to suggest to those I am dreamwhispering with
that firstly
we spend some time exploring mindful journaling,
Including writing and
doodling
so the adventure may continue.

Let me know if you would be
interested
in a session.

*Austin Kleon’s blog: My interview with writer and artist Edward Carey;
**Peter Turchi’s A Muse and A Maze;
^Bruce Feiler’s Life Is In the Transitions;
^^Lynda Barry’s What It Is.

Shedding

A transition is a vital period of adjustment, creativity, and rebirth that helps one find meaning after a major life disruption.*
Bruce Feiler

With only slight exaggeration I would say that we are not; we continually constitute ourselves anew and differently at the intersection of all those influences that reach its the sphere of our being.**
Rainer Maria Rilke

When I look back over my life
I see many different Geoffreys –
I imagine that you have had many
incarnations too.

Annie Murphy Paul suggests that the
continuous-me or -you is not to be found in our minds
but in our bodies:

Because our hearts beat, because our lungs expand, because our muscles stretch and our organs rumble – and because all these sensations, unique to us, have carried on without interruption since the day of our birth – we know what it is to be one continuous self, to ourselves and no other.^

The more aware we are of the messages of our bodies –
Interoception –
The more we are aware of who we are:
I feel, therefore I am.^

Everything else is open for change –
Through urges from within
or pressures from without –
Change is one thing guaranteed.

This is a wonderful thing,
Expressive of the wonder of what it is to be
human,
For whilst we do not shed skins or antlers or fur or shells
as other creatures do,
We are able to shed our old stories
and grow into the new;
A sense of stuckness or trappedness
may simply be a sign or message to us
that it is time to change.

The sense of wonder can also help you recognise and appreciate the mystery of your own life.^^

The word that comes to me from my past is askesis –
A place of confinement
(stuckness?, trappedness?)
without which there is no
energy or purpose,
A place or moment of
transformation.

*Bruce Feiler’s Life Is In the Transitions;
**Rainer Maria Rilke’s Letters On Life;
^Annie Murphy Paul’s The Extended Mind;
^^John O’Donohue’s Eternal Echoes.

Your life is not about you*

Human beings at their best are givers of gifts.**
David Brooks

noblesse oblige; the very status of a lord has been traditionally derived from protecting others, trading personal risk for prominence^
Nassim Taleb

There is a connection
as powerful as life itself
between exploring the inner life
and sharing what we find with
others:

It’s the same inward journey we’ve seen before: the plunge inward and then the expansion outward.**

We’ll know when we have found the most meaningful thing to us –
We will want to make it available to others
in some way shape or form:
To enrich their lives in some way.

When asked the question
What does it mean to me to be human?
I felt it was to live with
Creativity,
Generosity,
Enjoyment –
The last part being dependent on the first two;
I’d love to hear your reply.

*Elemental Truth #3: see Richard Rohr’s Adam’s Return;
**David Brooks’ The Second Mountain;
^Nassim Taleb’s Skin In the Game.

What in the world is better than knowledge and love?

The only essential is this: the gift must always move.*
Lewis Hyde

The person going through the experience has to choose to convert the change and upheaval into transition and renewal.**
Bruce Feiler

These two essentials for our growth and
development,
Are the reason it is so difficult to measure our
potential:
We are open to the love and knowledge others share with us,
And we also have the capacity to generate them
despite the challenges of life or
sometimes because of them.

*Lewis Hyde’s The Gift;
**Bruce Feiler’s Life Is In the Transitions.

3,219

Men are born soft and supple;
dead, they are stiff and hard.
Plants are born tender and pliant;
dead, they are brittle and dry.
Thus whoever is stiff and inflexible
is a disciple of death.
Whoever is soft and yielding
is a disciple of life.
The hard and stiff will be broken.
The soft and supple will prevail.

Lao Tzu

Between the old and the new
lies the messy middle.

I borrow the phrase from Bruce Feiler,**
An accurate term when I recall the three times
I was voted and and had to move on from a role,
Though not for the best part of a year
three times over,
And also the time I decided to leave a role myself
and the two years this was to take.

Determined to use the messy middle in order to
grow and develop,
My journal accompanied me for much of this;
I didn’t journal or read much when it happened the first time,
And the difference for becoming a reader
and having my journal for the other times was
significant:

Writing in your journal is more powerful than simple meditation for the same reason that writing your goals down is more powerful than leaving them in your head.^

From a certain angle,
It feels as if all of these transitions meld into a messy middle,
And every day I am exploring towards the
something new.

This morning,
I found myself pondering the “what ifs”
of staying instead of having to move,
Or moving in a different direction to the one that I have.

There is something inside that assures me that
each of these would have been
a good life,
But this one,
Born of all the messiness,
is best,
And for this I am grateful,
Each of these posts being an expression of my
gratitude,
Today’s being number
3,219.

A transition is an adhesive and a healer. It takes something broken and begins to repair it. It takes something shaken and helps steady it. It takes something shapeless and starts to give it shape.**

*From James Clear’s Atomic Habits;
**Bruce Feiler’s Life Is In the Transitions;
^Ben Hardy’s Willpower Doesn’t Work.

Finding something

[A man] doesn’t always know himself what he could do, but he feels by instinct, I’m good for something, even so! … I know that I cold be quite a different man! … There’s something within me, so what is it!*
Vincent van Gogh

We see our turning points as a matter of life and death.**
Bruce Feiler

Something has changed.

I am nowhere near where I thought I would be,
Forty or
thirty or
even twenty years ago.

I think I’m coming to know
what I am good for.

Not the result of a single
once-and-for-all decision.

When I look back,
I see there have been so many moments of
letting go and letting
die,
Many times one leading to another
until I am good for something.

*David Epstein’s Range;
**Bruce Feiler’s Life Is In the Transitions.