Category Archives: Walking Around In It….

“Ship of Friends” by c.e.leon

(Originally Penned August 2013 – Never Posted – Found floating in Drafts.)

Today, as I sift through my soul-searching “in-basket”, overflowing with

questions & angst, seeking direction, longing for my inner-Captain … to

awaken my strength, as I have many times before … I’m profoundly

motivated to give attention to and reaffirm, my ingrained state of

gratitude for my amazing friends ….

…..Especially in my seasons where the universe commands me to strap-in,

and ride the emotional tidal wave of change and transformation.

Significant shifts, all of which, I have historically done very openly amidst

my intimate friends….

Yet, with each of the 40 plus passing calendar years of our friendships, … as

a tribe, we’ve evolved and we’ve deepened in our wisdom. ….We’ve

practiced sharing with impunity the “all-knowing” opinions we’ve collected

and provoked in each other, by the unique places this spirited-earthly-

journey has taken us…both individually and collectively.

We participate in intimate conversations with each other, draped by

a well-nurtured….. yet, delicate “freedom, to be who we are, to be real……

……And yet, who we are, is mixed, colored by the highs and the lows,

empowered by our courage, as well as, weighed-down by our individual

fears and concerns, dimensions typically found in all human-beings.

Each friend contributes a unique blend of both their tough, and their soft

heart, their rough and their gentle words, closed or open-eyed – styles of

expression – all knitted together and delivered with conviction.

The resulting dynamic, because, indeed, without question, we do value our

friendships, is that we hold an awareness of our quest, which is to find

ways to keep our communication steady and open – during, throughout, and

after, the occasional, yet essential, journey through foreign human-primal

patches of ego-driven voices.

Sudden quick cutting words blurted-out… inaccurately conveying hardness

of heart with one another, or an uncharacteristically poorly couched point,

that sounds arrogant, judgmental and conclusive. All these uncomfortable

awkward moments, within the theatre of long comfortable lifetime

friendships… where although, love undoubtably lives… the truth is, we

sometimes forget – that something of real value is at stake here.

Moments, which have the power to shut-down…. and cut-off….

a friendship.

These times, I believe…are critical and magical moments.

They are the food for self-growth, for self-discovery, & personal

transformation…

For these are the places, where, if, the challenge of expanding all our

hearts, in keeping loving-kindness flowing forward, backward, and all

around in our little village, within our deep unbreakable friendships – is

achieved… And, the good intentions, that are at times, unintentionally

“miscommunicated”- (….it happens, with our human tendency to error …)

– IF, these “energized-nuggets” can be plucked out of that quick-sand

mess and then…transformed by ourselves, to be understood, absorbed and

utilized as energy to fuel good strong intentions for self-reflection

– for open-hearted-ness

…. and then motivate us to a re-examination of our actions &

thoughts, under an enlightened beacon …Offering a prayer for less

suffering …for the collective loving higher consciousness of all… And most importantly,

if, all this, can happen, without the need of fanfare or dramatic publicity…

– Then THIS is where… on a day like today… when there’s a moment to

reflect on one’s friends, after an evening of rough & tumble girl-talk… aligned with

their collective mission, to protectively counsel a dear beloved friend –

like… for instance, … ME…

– about how to manage challenging affairs of my heart …

with their colorful potpourri of chatter… and with intended … good-good

hearted …points of view…

in these moments of reflection – I come to realize …..

…..that in the end, whether in concurrence with them, or not, whether their

views are compatible, in harmony, with mine, or not,

….is not… really the issue… or the point.

– What Shines Brightly …here… for me, is the consistently generous giving

of their steady never-ending collective love, deep concern and sincere

spending of their heart’s energy, with desire for all things “good”- in and

for – all of our friend’s lives… – this time it’s for my life.

– Never displaying their fatigue or disdain of our struggles. It is in this ship of love,

that a genuine treasure is found. Indeed, I believe, it is a genuine

friendship test. And it’s this call of awareness to be grateful that I sing

about here.

And … Oh yes, I’m grateful for my fate, my ying & yang, my luck or whatever it

was that endowed me a life “worthy” of my amazingly loving friends & family…

and…I’m so grateful for the new friends that I haven’t met yet but with whom

my life and theirs will be further enhanced, and as my full and ever evolving crazy life

journey continues – my Gratitude

flows …for long ago…

when speaking of lifelong deep friendships … my Ship gloriously came in. 💖

Chew longer… by c.e.leon

Old photographs are powerful portals into a core space in our being’s energy. Meaningful memories and sensations filed in cerebral cabinets. Captured split-seconds of our life, consciously suppressed, or simply forgotten about – dormant unless somehow triggered.

Recently discovering a photo taken in 1972 of my younger brothers in the backyard of the home we all grew-up in, did just that. It is a shot taken by me, of my brothers rushing past me, one evening at dusk. Both were eager to escape my lens eye. My youngest brother rushes quickly by leaning toward my camera, yet he is still recognizable in his blur – I can still see him…in his youth of 15. In the middle of a growth spurt he is long and lean, sporting wild shaggy hair. Dressed in his standard – a yellow collarless polo t-shirt, brown cords and a wide mischievous grin. Rushing right behind him is my other younger brother – the older of the two. He’s in his typical work-ready clothes…clean-cut at 16, worn jeans, work boots and a white t-shirt with a thin sweatshirt, which he has pulled up to cover his face…much like a celebrity sick of the paparazzi, would.

What instantly comes to my heart with this snap-shot is a sense regret. A melancholy regret, that back then, I was incapable of being more in the moment with my brothers. I was incapable of truly seeing them, of appreciating them and embracing the fun and joy of their young energy. To be present in understanding that those moments were going to pass and never be re-experienced. I wish I had had much more fun, more laughter, more celebration with them. That I had built a closer and stronger relationship of friendship and life partnership with them…. I wish.

… yet, I too was just an unaware child-at-heart at 18… a truly young 18 – just ending high school. Totally lost about my life’s direction and my decisions that lay ahead.

I love my brothers. If only we could go back simply to repair or to re-live the part when we were too distracted to do it better the first time. Oh, to go back for “seconds”, for a second helping of love– a second chance to be in the experience. To understand that just as with a meal, if you take your time, be in the moment with each mouthful and chew slowly, chew longer… linger…let the juices melt into one’s palate…savoring the flavor….you create space that invites you to experience the potential for joy in every moment.

Looking Back….Landing in Abu Dhabi … 5July13

I touched-down in Abu Dhabi on July 5th, it was a Friday night and it was late by the time I finally cleared through the very friendly..?.. (mmm…not so much) immigration entry and customs queues, aka: “misc. other countries” – where my passport was professionally and intensely inspected. I recall that at the passport check-desk, the white dishdash gowned Emirate clerk was a somber faced, low talker. The immigration area, now filled with tired tourists, expats and citizens just arriving from long journeys, was tremendously noisy. I instinctively leaned-in and over the counter, cautious not to annoy or offend, (internally recalling a Seinfeld Show “low-talker” episode for lightness) – patiently demonstrating effort to hear. I found myself repeatedly asking the clerk to please repeat what he was saying because I just couldn’t hear him. It occurred to me that one interpretation for this behavior might be power posturing. I would have to struggle to hear the questions requiring an answer, to gain entry into his country; and that gave him the upper hand – the power. Another interpretation, I reminded myself, could be he was just having a bad day. Regardless, all I wanted was to be acceptable to his country, pick-up my luggage and to finally reunite with S. Questions finally heard and kindly answered, my picture taken, I was finally approved entry. I needed to find a ladies room. Not an easy task. The Abu Dhabi Int’l lobby more closely resembles a circular shopping mall than an airport-terminal lobby. Once in the difficult-to-find Ladies Restroom, across from the Ladies Pray Room, I remembered it was good I had tissue in my purse because their toilet accessories are more commonly a little hose and nozzle to shower your behind with rather than the standard practice we are accustomed to in the U.S.… and oh, yes did I mention the toilet bowl water is warm/hot… I know this because one can feel the steam coming up. I quickly refreshed myself impatient to see and touch my darling S. I enthusiastically collected my luggage from the mounts of bags at the carousel, loaded them onto a free luggage cart, pushed through a long narrow hallway lined with a decadently wide variety of high-end designer stores. After a few minutes I realized I was going into the airport – instead of out. So I asked for directions out, and finally reached the double glass exit doors that opened into a reception lobby packed with camera flashing nationals – Emirates, a variety of ex-patriots and hopefully, my guy, S. The greeters, all waiting for their arriving visitors stood cramped-up against a half-wall divider that secured them back and allowed the visitors to immerge. I hate walking out to a mass of people and having to look at each one of them to find S. So I quickly glanced and not seeing him I simply pushed on through the walkway and out into the group. I parked to the side to look deeper in the crowd from that side and behind….and there he was – still intently looking for me in the door through which I had just emerged. It had been a long trip. 22 hours travel time to be exact… but when I saw him, looking for me, waiting patiently…so handsome, it was all worth it and in perfect timing.

With Gratitude,

c.e.leon

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Only 7 More Days in Abu Dhabi – 28July13

As my final July days in Abu Dhabi with my love” S” begin to dwindle down…to eventually land on my departure date ….August 3rd… I realize once again, what we all know to be true, which is that time marches on, X’d-through calendar pages fly off, regardless of our wishes. The passing of time sometimes serves us well, other times it does not. Today, I am comforted by the knowledge that this particular trip has been tremendously validating and centering for me and I believe for S as well. We’ve had fun, lots of fun, refilled our heart’s survival kits, continued to strengthen & deepened our friendship and romantic love for one another, and established a more focused understanding around our life plan for the near and forever future…as best we currently can. There is a peacefulness available in this emo-space, and for that, I am profoundly grateful.

with gratitude always,
c.e.leon

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