Icebergs & Writing

I have this feeling that there is this huge iceberg under the surface of my life that is waiting for an opportunity to be expressed. If I wrote for a week I don't think it would begin to even take a bite out of the story that lies underneath.

Yesterday I wrote a story from my childhood. The story flowed out of me as I explored my memories & feelings. I felt more emotionally connected to myself. I felt more alive. That story feels like an important ice cube out of that enormous iceberg.

What's amazing to me is that it's taken so long to realize this iceberg is there. I've seen pieces of it jutting out into my life. But, like an iceberg, we only see the tiny top part sticking out of the water. What other stories lie under the water? I'm excited to see where this will go...

Mrs. Robinson

How often I have sung your tune without knowing anything about you. Your song seemed spiritual, full of possibilities.

Your song brings the feelings of childhood back because my parents played your song on the record player over and over.

Finally in adulthood, I saw your movie and then I understood your song. Another layer of childhood innocence seemed to be stripped away.

Your song is not so sweet anymore.

Going it Alone

Old habits die hard. A few weeks back I was having a really tough week all stressed out over work & whatever else was going on. An idea dawned on me to have my wife, affectionately nicknamed Wonder Woman, pray for me. It seems like a simple request but it reminded me how I tend to not ask for help from other people. And, come to think of it, I don't ask God for help very often either.

This old habit of going it alone dies hard. Much of my life has been spent managing on my own. I give lip service to God but in my heart of hearts I believe it's up to me and me alone.

Fortunately this way of living creates stress, anxiety, anger and many other such emotions. When these emotions come to the surface I become aware of my need for help. I'm forced to pull out of isolation and begin to reconnect with the human race and the divine.

I forget how becoming vulnerable in relationships has shifted the course of my life. Instead of narcissistic behaviors I found a new way to deal with life. Talking out my emotions makes the difference for me.

Listening to the Simon & Garfunkle song about being a rock reminds me of how my life was. I tried to hide but hiding was miserable.