The zebra meeting

As I stood on the Zimbabwean plain, the grass, greener than I had expected, was tickling my ankles in the back of my brain, I felt the immense power and intelligence of the zebra in front of me. We stood maybe 60 feet apart watching each other for a moment, assessing ones’ reasons for being there. The sun beat intensely upon my back, pushing me to move first. Slowly approaching this zebra asking to be let into his world he allowed my entrance. I remember the tension in my body. My left thigh kept twitching not being able to fully conceal my anxiety and excitement. I don’t remember how long I was there, it seemed like a moment and a lifetime at once. I felt my heart beat with all the work I had done to get here. All the sacrifices I had made. All the evenings I spent alone to further my work and this trip. All the things I had given up and taken on to build my soul into one that was ready for this moment. I knew he felt it too. He could smell my pride. He could see the adoration in my eyes. He could feel my respect in each gentle chosen step upon his living room rug. He waited for me. He allowed me to control the movements but in doing so he had control over me. His aura of strength and pride swelled around him, sending fear into those who stood behind me but sending a sensual calmness into me. I was maybe twenty feet from this beast. I could see his lungs expand and compress. I could feel the beauty and wild nature behind his eyes.

Unfortunately my guide got nervous and stepped out of the jeep. In an instant he veered his eyes from me to the guide and turned from kindness to fear and anger. Then he was gone. Later my guide said he got out to “protect me” if needed.

I place this here to express how important wild nature is to me. I have always felt I’m a wild person. Someone who isn’t designed to be “broken”. A wild horse should run upon the land, not be penned on a farm. A panther sits upon a branch of a tree to create distance and force respect of its space. And there are only a few people, who truly understand pride, strength, and love that can enter the world of these beautiful animals. Who can see and feel the true nature of wild. Who shows respect for and believes love and kindness are paramount in this world.

Love

Welcome

Welcome,

I come to participate in the oh so exciting world of blogging. As of late I've found my head bursting with things that need to be said. Ponderings of the world, thoughts on relationships, or anything that seems to grow out of my head etc. etc. I hope that people will find my ponderings worthy reading on a regular basis. Maybe they are, and maybe they aren't. But I'm not out here to make a name or to make a living. Just trying to find a peacful, cathartic, intelligent way to express my own special blend of life.

And off we go......

I'm going to start right off with what is most important to me. Love. There is nothing more important in this world. There is nothing that should be more given to and applied in this world than love. I will reiterate this is so many ways in so many blogs that I'm sure people will get sick of it. But it is what I live my life by.
When is love not important?
Never
We feel love in the smallest of moments, an extra hand to hold the door for the next person coming through, a slight of turn as we pass by strangers, a smile to the newest of the world, a moment to acknowledge each other's pain and as the size and encompassing abilities of love grow we feel it's strength and power over us all. To see the love in it's larger scenes is harder though. For in seeing this love we also see the pain. There is always pain connected with love, black against white, curves against rigidity, cold against heat, and the same way the wind swirls heat around the world pushed through one space by cold and back again, we feel the glowing beauty of love pressed against the piercing daggers of pain.
So many spend their life hiding from pain and by colaboration hide from love as well. So many are scared of their feeling that neutrility is the best answer. Such a pedantic view of emotions has becoming so damaging to our society. We can no more eliminate pain then we can stop the wind from blowing. Yet we create walls around our heart, around our lives, around our soul to protect ourselves when all this really does is stiffle all feeling. We sit in our cage recirculating our exhaled air until we sufficate because of our own nessecity to breathe. NO more can we grow and thrive in this cage then a coral can grow without it's seawater. No more can we show our true colors to the world, our beat in the rhythm, our sensile pattern in the quilt, without our emotions exposed to the elements. And as the tree grows knots and curves it's trunk when damaged so do we, but in the end the tree has a story to tell, the tomato that is bruised is all that sweeter, and the person who has felt crushing earthquakes of pain and exhalting rhythms of love is all that more beautiful for experiencing life.

Love